Ivy flies to the mansion unsure if she would find what she needed. She puts up a telepathic block to stop prying minds. She heads to the main office, she knows they are in there having a meeting, not expecting, smirking she enters. Logan stands, ready to fight. She sees that Wolverine is more handsome than she imagined, something about the wild look in his eyes as he bares his claws and looks down her body, her long blonde hair hanging down, her short stature clocking in at 5’1″, 36B breasts, cute round ass, and young face with soft kissable lips. A tight t-shirt, tight pants (like leggings), and simple flats being her attire. “Who are you?” Logan growls, baring his teeth. Ivy lands lightly, his gaze following her. “My name is Ivy. I’m not here to attack you. I need your help,” softly these words come out of her mouth, she finishes with a pleading look in her eyes, making sure to make eye contact with Logan. The Prof. looks worried, “I cannot read her mind, something is blocking my telepathy,” sternly he looks to Ivy, “What is it?” “I’m sorry that’s me. I’m not comfortable with having my mind read.