Despite herself, Ivy felt guilty. She figured that guy was really unstable, maybe he really didn't know how he was supposed to act around people and authority. She'd met people like that in prison, people who just needed therapy and a friend, not jail time. She sighed and shook her head.
"It's all good, man, just chill out. We're all friends here." She said calmly, sitting back down. She did feel a little better now that he was restrained; just because he didn't know what he was doing, if that was the case, didn't make him less dangerous. She decided to introduce herself. "I'm Ivy. What's your name, buddy?"