Had she recovered? No. She could still smell something on him that was distinctly familiar, a kind of unease. Or maybe a curiosity. Or...maybe a bit of both. If he really was anything like Rachel then it was probably a mix of both. There was a fear in that thought, a fear that maybe he really was a bit too much like Rachel. If he was, would he offer to help like she had? That was something she didn't want to deal with. She'd barely been able to turn Rachel down. Shit, it wasn't like she'd wanted to turn her down anyway. Not like she hadn't thought about how much she wanted him in that same way.

No. No Ivy, stop now. She shook her head as if it'd get some sort of invisible cobwebs off her.

"Planned lunches with others. Or just by myself." Mostly by herself. He didn't need to know that though. "I've also been trying to catalogue everyone. Natives and non-natives."