
Apparently, her sarcasm isn't well-received. They seem to think that she genuinely wanted to play games with these idiots. The thought alone causes Ivy shake her head slightly. Sam starts freaking out, and Ivy is surprised at that. She thought they might be able to be allies, but he's too much of a softy anyway. She initially wants to defend herself by saying that she was being sarcastic and that none of this is fun. It's not like she feels bad for Zé (she had it coming!), but there's a difference between being indifferent and happy. Instead, she just sighs and says:
"Good for you, Blondie. You figured it out."That's about the time when Beck starts lashing out. At first, Ivy's face remains blank. But as his speech continues, she can't avoid her face crumbling into one of hurt. Ivy's not the kind of person to blame her past for anything she presently does. Hell, she has developed the habit of trying to blame as little on her past as she can. She doesn't even think about herself that much - she doesn't want to. And here's Beck, shoving it in her face. Ivy looks away. She takes a breath and composes her face.
"Parents are too dead to love me," she says. She tries to sound blase about it, but her voice quivers a little. Her hands curl into fists.
Don't be an idiot. None of this matters. That's right.
"What's so interesting about my childhood? Want to know how I ended up in the foster system? How I went through eighteen families, total?" Her voice is higher than usual, and she keeps getting angrier at herself for 1) talking about this, and 2) being even remotely emotional about it.
"Doesn't matter though. Everything I do, is because that's how I want to do them. As Blondie said: I'm a bitch. Deal with it." She shifts uncomfortably and ends up stuffing her fists in her pockets, hoping fiercely that they won't see her any differently because of this. That they won't think of her as vulnerable. She needs to be invincible.