Reese cleverly comes up with a plan to get the rope back. Ivy watches her as she first climbs back and then expertly swings towards them. It's all Ivy can do not to smirk -
leave it to Reese to come up with an adequate solution. See, that's a partner one would want. Isaac on the other hand, does nothing but stomp around all day under the delusion that he is useful to, well, anyone.
As soon as Reese graces them with her presence again, Sam's voice's booms from the walkie-talkie. Ivy listens to his words. So they got away and saved Dahsi and yay yay blah blah. Ivy wonders why the Loser Group didn't just let Dahsi die. It's not their job to save each other, for god's sake. They could've left her and moved on.
"Good for you, Blondie," she says into the walkie-talkie.
"Just follow the path? Are you sure there's only one path?" Becks climbs into the tree and greatly resembles a monkey whilst doing so. He asks which way to go - well, if they had to believe Sam, there was only one way TO go. Beck comes down with the rope (aww he looks so proud, poor idiot) and impatiently asks if Sam has already replied.
"There's only one direction, Becky." Ivy nods forward.
"So I say, let's move on. But before we do..." Ivy composes her face into one of solemness and sincerity. She looks at every one of the others. Becky, who's probably still shining with pride after his primate-action; Isaac, who must be feeling so superior at this point, and Reese, who's probably wondering what the hell is going on. Ivy fiercely hopes that Reese knows her well enough after all these years to be able to deduce that this isn't real. That Ivy would rather shoot herself in the face than team up with these two.
"Look at us. We might not be the nicest people; we might not like each other all that much. But let's be real, if we had to pick the strongest players in this game, our names would pop up first." Pause.
"And you know what? At this rate, we'll probably kill each other off by the time we reach the prize, thereby allowing one of the weaker players to claim it for themselves." She lets this sink in.
She confidently puts her hands into her pockets.
"So here's a deal: we should form an alliance. Just the four of us. We can make it. And trust me, I'm not suddenly into team-bonding, but I figure it's my biggest chance to win. It's also your biggest chance to win." She shrugs simply.
"We'll see what we do with the prize later. At least we'll be guaranteed a win. The others will be out of the equation." That should do the trick, no?