Winter frowns at Arty’s back. “Ivy’s in her apartment!” She calls after her. She sighs. “Excuse me. I have a call to make to a gormless muppet.” She gives Kerian an apologetic smile and kisses his cheek, then goes out to the other side of the balcony for some sense of privacy. While she waits for her call to patch through, she calls to Arty. “Oi! You alright there, darling?”

Ivy watches her reflection chew her lip, nervously making sure she looked good enough.