[Spam]

[Ivy instinctively dials back the venom in her skin, even though she has little knowledge of how much harm it might do. It doesn't take thought, really - in the same way that it would no thought to curl one's hand around that of a friend, when they meet.]

So am I.

[Walking away from Selina - from Harley - she'd felt something like calm and peace for the first time in years. She felt like she could have been, if not happy, then at least content. But obviously the Admiral believes her debts yet unpaid, and here she is.]

I'd like to ask a question about your graduation.

[And she wants to give her the option to say that she doesn't want to discuss it, given that just the mention of it threw up her defenses only a few moments ago.]