Ivy's first reaction was to survey the entire room, ensuring all the cameras were turned off.
Yes, all off—couldn't let the audience see anything they shouldn't.
Though Kate wasn't revealing anything inappropriate.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kate asked after meeting Ivy's gaze for a moment, unable to hold back.
"How am I looking at you? Aren't I just looking normally? Am I acting strange? I'm definitely not thinking any weird thoughts!" Ivy rattled off, not even sure what she was saying herself.
"I mean, why are you giving me a sidelong glance? Are you displeased with me?" Kate explained, speaking three times more than usual to make herself clear.
"How could that be!" Ivy jumped off the bed, grabbed a bathrobe, and draped it over Kate, wrapping her tightly.
Kate didn't understand her actions. "The room isn't cold."