Ivy brushed dark hair from her face, giving a huff. The little girl crossed her arms over her chest, stepping closer to Doe with yellow eyes narrowed. Her purple and black skirt swayed with each step, and her black sneakers gave gentle taps on the pavement as she stalked up to the stranger.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Ivy stated after giving him a once-over. “Only people like Shawny dress like that. I mean, It’s cool and all, but… Negh.” Shawn stared at Ivy, hardly able to suppress a laugh and a scream all at once.

“Heh, Ivy, come on. Lay off. He did sorta save my life,” Shawn offered. However, he quickly shut up as Ivy glared over her shoulder at him. Turning her attention back to Doe, she gave a small smile.

“I like the tie. Purple’s a great color,” She said quietly. She then puffed her chest out, and extended a hand. “Name’s Ivy Jones. Proud dinosaur scholar, artist, and Britt. And uh, most importantly,” Ivy paused and thrust her free thumb over her shoulder.

“Not his kid.”