Ivar's got no patience with kids. Maybe if he hadn't been at the tail end of his brothers, he'd be more used to the runts, but unlike Ubbe and the rest, he's never had to contend with younger siblings. So he's really not amused by the glimpses he keeps catching of a little girl with clearly nothing better to do with her time than follow after someone who wants nothing to do with her.

When she finally pops up next to him, he stops moving. Where are her parents so he can properly chew someone out about letting their child bother someone who just wants to be left alone? Well, it looks like she's a free-range child, so he's on his own. He's in the wheelchair that Ronan made for him, which means black and it's covered in spikes, looking quite like he's going to impale anyone who gets too close.

His voice is completely deadpan and dry with sarcasm as he answers. "They're for running over the toes of cheeky little girls who ask stupid questions."