(I dreamed Ivy was in this short sealed corridor, some sort of industrial establishment or similar, with pressure doors closed at either end. She was wearing something that seemed like a STUN suit, but much slimmer. It was clearly armor, but could pass for a textile. She was fighting two opponents, first trying to stop them verbally, then hand to hand. She put them down ruthlessly. The moment she took down the second one, there was activity at one of the pressure doors, and she went on guard again. It was me in the ASP and two other STUN suited operatives prying open the door. One of the STUN wearers quipped 'We've been looking all over for you.')