Ivy, for her part, was caught somewhere between counting her blessings and her bruises. For all she had dreamt of leaving Motorhum -- however briefly -- this night to dawn romp had been nothing like what she'd expected. Not that she'd known what to expect at all. Running for your life didn't leave much time for forethought, though somehow, she'd imagined a lot less falling and a lot more pirates. 

Ivy lay in the darkness, breathing heavy, though she hadn't been doing very much running at all. It was her second -- or third time? -- cradled in the furry green arms of her new Jaeger companion that night. Also her third time in a life time which made the eve of her eighteenth birthday something of a record-setting notion. She held his gun cradled to her chest just as lovingly as a new mother might hold a child, feeling her heart beat in her cheeks and finger tips. She didn't know what had changed, or even what had happened, really. It seemed Jötz had found them somewhere else to hide, and judging by the faint echoes of their breathing, it was at least somewhat walled in. 

Strange, since she hadn't remembered seeing very many buildings out this way. Stranger, because no one had built anything in the swamp for at least a billion years, or something equally unimaginable. Maybe just a few generations. 

In any case, she couldn't hear any more croaking, and that was as good a sign as any. She wiggled a little, testing all her body parts to make sure they still functioned, then wriggled out of Jötz grasp and upright, squinting through the darkness to see whether she could find anymore hints on their location. 

"You know," she mused, as she peered up toward the faint patch of tangerine dawn she could see, "this is the most fleeing I've ever done in one night. Is that how it always is with you?" 

She tucked her chin to look down at him when he didn't answer right away, head curiously tilted to one side, like that of a small, confused animal. 

"Are you alright?"