Ivy is not sure at all how they ended up outside in the godawful hours of the morning, except something something, late coffee, no sleep, taking a walk. The only thing they do know is that when they started walking, without bothering to look at a clock or pack a watch, it was in fact still dark out. They walked for a bit and then sat down for a bit in the shade of one of the buildings, because walking is exhausting. Ivy did not pack sunglasses. When they woke up it was past sunrise and Ivy has since been stuck in the patch of shade the building (Are they near the radio station or something? Ivy is kind of bad at directions and locations and is probably lost, on top of mildly glareblind) and is frantically trying to shield their eyes with their hands, ranting under their breath about how much they should never leave their blessedly canopy'd bed-pile, ever, until they take root. From somewhere there is a faint smell of coffee and Ivy really wishes it was theirs.