She looks at the hammock, a seven year old size pout growing on her face. "Does everyone have to sleep in these?" Not knowing the answers easily is not making Ivy a happy little vessel of all human knowledge. Time Travel muddles things. That's why it's the seventh law for wizards but she realized quickly that Time Lords like the Doctor don't have to follow those rules.

"It is enlightening. Entertaining at the very least." She steps closer to Ianto and pushes at the hammock. "Are you adjusting as you hoped?" Ivy doesn't mean with the trip, but she's afraid her imposition has upset Ianto.