J.R. gets bored with the group and walks ahead a little, keeping a comfortable distance from the weirdly friendly guy collecting money. 

Ivy tilts her head a little and chuckles. "I hope you don't have a fever, because your face keeps turning the color of my hair," she teases. She shrugs. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but if your not odd your with the wrong group." Ivy grins. "So we'll be weird together."