Green Scheme [Natalie]

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

It's well past nine at night, and just as Poison Ivy predicted, the University is mostly vacant. The vast majority of the students were long gone, and those that remain are mostly around the social event areas and not near the science classrooms. Mostly the danger would be the university police and any professors putting in a late night. But most of them would be men and easy to charm into ignoring her. And the worst case scenario would be if someone asked her to leave; she isn't here to commit a crime, after all. No, she's here to plan one.

You see, when some know-it-all scientist in her own city has the gall to publish research classifying certain rainforests as expendable... well, how could she not retaliate? But first, she needs a few things: soil samples from the grounds outside of her target's classroom and office, to check to see if there's anything around those parts of the building that she can target more specifically - not that she cares much about whether or not she causes problems to people other than her target, but she'd like for her target to know that whatever she sends his way was specifically meant for him - but mostly what she needs is to get a very good sense of exactly what sort of place it is. How much sunlight does it get during the day? Is the ground kept moist? Just how short do they cut the grass? All of those could influence her options.

Parking her red convertible just outside of the building, Poison Ivy reviews the map of the campus once more and memorizes which windows on the actual building belong to her target before she leaves her convertible behind and walks toward the building to look at those areas more closely. She's dressed remarkably casually for her: black pants and white button-up shirt with a bright pink shirt layered underneath. She'd had to dig far into the back of her closet to find this; she'd last worn this outfit when she'd been working on her doctorate, only a couple of years ago, and is liable to blend right in as postgraduate student. One with a ridiculously well developed fashion sense and a fondness for examining windows and brickwork, but a student nevertheless.

[nmartin]

It didn't really matter what time it was in Natalie's eyes. She'd go home when her work was done. And for the moment, her work was not done. It wasn't even close to done. She had so much work still to do that she hated to think about it. Natalie Martin was never a lazy student, the prospect of having to work on a project for longer than she really wanted to never really got to her, but as it does on the rare occasion, her lack of sleep seemed to be getting to her. Like any human being, she did require rest, no matter how much she felt like she didn't. Her work was 'too important' to leave unattended, and she'd started a project that really shouldn't be stopped right in the middle of the experiment. With only a handful of people scattered across the large campus, Natalie felt safe locked within the confines of Dr. Crane's assigned lab, specifically a portion of it that he kept locked off from the other students and disguised with a bunch of boxes in front to make it look like it was simply a storage room. Behind a large black curtain though, a series of glass cages contained some very sickly looking rats; though, they were meant to look that way.

A few hours prior, while she still had the time to do her homework as she waited for the toxins to settle in the rats' bloodstreams and the effects to wear off, she did just that. Sat around, wrote the beginnings of a few papers that weren't due for a good few weeks, and then admired the work of the toxins that Dr. Crane had developed on the unfortunate rats. The sample that she'd been given wasn't anything that the students of his class hadn't seen before. The controversial experiments that consisted of him bringing one or two of the rats in to show just how powerful fear was. However, being the industrious student that she was, she wanted a closer look. She wanted to know every single side effect, and have it written down for her to study further. What portion of the work wasn't complete, however, would take her far longer than she had time for. Now that the rats had suffered through the effects of the toxin and their systems were expelling the poison, she wrote down in her notes that that would be the perfect time to inject another series of 'vaccines,' as she called them. Though what they really were and what they really did wasn't known to anyone outside of her and Dr. Crane.

Leaning against one of the tables with her elbow propping her head up as she waited for the rats to look as if they were completely better, she let out a heavy sigh and glanced up at the clock. Late, again. But, it didn't matter. She'd functioned through a whole day here at the university on two hours of sleep before, she could do it again. What she needed was a break, though. In reality, what she really needed was to go home and get some sleep. But being as stubborn as she was, that wasn't going to happen. A break though, seemed fine. Getting up rather slowly, Natalie closed up all of her notebooks and stuffed them into a cabinet nearby. She walked over to the cages and pulled the black cloth back over them, and rearranged the boxes to cover it up somewhat so that it looked less .. odd. More empty boxes were rearranged closer to the door, and she walked out of the room, turning out the lights and locking the door behind her, finally walking into the area of the lab that all the other students saw. She walked through there, turned out that light, and locked that door as well. After that, a quick trip up some stairs and she was back on the main floor. What she had to do up here to distract herself was very limited. She could get a drink from a vending machine.. that was about it. So, that's what she did. But first, she had to get to a vending machine.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

What separates Poison Ivy from any other botanist working with hybrids is the unique combination of science and art that she brings to the practice. It's one thing to know how to combine two, three, or more plants together to create a new one, while it's another to know how to do it very well - to make it fit perfectly into a particular landscape and perform a specific function. Those who have the mental capacity to not only study but understand how to hybridize plants, especially using the extraordinarily effective methods taught by Dr. Woodrue, are often so overly analytical that they lack the creativity to see what they can do with those skills. And those with the necessarily creativity tend to lack the patience to study the techniques precisely enough. But Poison Ivy is an artist and her plants are her paint and two rooms of this building are her chosen canvas.

She smirks to herself as she examines the facade, ideas already sprouting in her head. Casually she walks around a part of the perimeter of the building and subtly collects two small soil samples as she walks along, making it appear that she's merely picking something up off of the ground, and deposits them in her purse. Now she has everything she absolutely needs, but she always likes to be as thorough as possible. Time to see about getting a few extras that might help if she's able to.

Heading for the entrance of the building, she tries the door. And here's where lurking around at night has it's downside: it's locked. No doubt because it would be unusual for someone who has legitimate business in the building to arrive at this hour rather than already be inside of it. Frustrated, she reflexively tries the door again, this time much harder - as if to take it out on the door itself for having the gall to be locked - and no doubt sending the sound of the rattling far through the near-vacant hallways.

Pamela frowns and makes a mental note to learn how to pick locks one of these days, but for now she considers her options. While she doesn't need to look at the inside of the building to make a plant that will send a message to her target, it would be very helpful. Pausing only for a moment to see if she can't think of a different way, she knows that she'll need to hurry or someone will catch her lingering too long at a locked door. And even though she is not and is not planning on doing anything 'wrong', it's still better to avoid looking suspicious enough that someone starts asking questions.

[nmartin]

The halls of the university are, obviously, dead quiet. The only thing that she can hear outside of her own shoes tapping against the floor is the quiet ambient music that plays along with announcements on repeat playing on television screens in various corners of the halls. One of them actually catches her attention for a moment. Not because she's interested in it, but because of the bright, loud colors on screen that otherwise detract from the monotonous environment of the hallway. An advertisement for a sorority. The slide amuses her somewhat, enough for her to stare at it for a second and then look away as another slide appears in it's place.

All the while, she was headed toward a vending machine not far from the front doors. She reached up and covered her mouth as she let out a yawn that she couldn't otherwise contain, and looked tiredly at the machine as she thought about her selection. It held various beverages; iced tea, different brands of pop, water, some energy drinks. The energy drinks caught her attention specifically, looking over each one to see if there were any that she'd even consider drinking. After a moment though, she remembers how much she absolutely hates nearly all energy drinks, and looks instead at the iced tea selection. Lemon, sweetened, unsweetened, and green tea. None seem that great to her, but she makes a selection for sweetened anyway.

As she's putting her money in, the sound of the doors rattling that would scare a lot of people, being in an otherwise deserted and silent building, only make her look over and focus on some woman outside. Still staring at her, she puts her money in and gets her drink from the bottom of the machine, and then looks in both directions before walking toward the doors, a questionable look on her face.

".. Do you know what time it is?" She asked the woman through the glass, the option that she was maybe just delirious not totally leaving her mind.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Lost in her thoughts about how she might manage to get into the building, it isn't until the girl inside starts to approach the door that Pamela notices her. Too young... she notes to herself instantly: for a lot of things. Too young to be here at this hour unless she's the type who absolutely has no idea how to have any fun whatsoever being the primary realization. Pamela spent many late hours in the lab when she was in college herself, but not until she was working on her doctorate and she actually needed to put in that kind of work. But also too young for Pamela to see her as much of a threat. The young are so naive and easy to manipulate. Not that Pamela is that much older, but she's rather experienced for her age.

Carefully measuring her own reactions, she gives the girl a hopeful look when she walks over to the door, only to be vaguely disappointed that she's not going to be immediately let in. Then again, she can generally talk almost anyone into almost anything, so a part of her sees this as a challenge. Glancing idly at her obviously very expensive watch, she frowns at it and feigns frustration when she answers, "Nine twenty two. And I don't have the key with me, which means... And I just need to check one thing! Please let me in?"

Hopefully she gets mistaken as a student, intern, or other such person needing to do a late night check on an experiment. If she knew that she could be mistaken for deranged, Pamela would be insulted. No, if anything she doesn't look deranged enough to be so devoted to science as to fit her supposed story even though she actually is. Pretty much anyone who lurks in a lab doesn't have her flair for style - but she's always been an oddball of a scientist that way.

[nmartin]

With the iced tea in her hand, Natalie absentmindedly shakes the drink up before holding it upright for a minute, finding herself staring at the lady outside of the window before she notices that she is in fact staring, shakes herself out of it, and glances down at her drink to open it. Taking a sip, she gives the woman a strange, questioning sort of look, and pushes the door open, it being unlocked from the inside.

As soon as she opened the door she could feel a rush of something that seemed to mess with her head in some sort of way. It was like a nice sort of smell but also something else; it wasn't just a smell. However, she knew that there actually something that made her feel almost slightly lightheaded, and she kept herself as calm as she normally did without any trouble aside from that.

"Is that a .. perfume you're wearing?" Natalie asks rather abrubtly and awkwardly, knowing that they aren't the most polite first words to someone, but she can't help it. The smell or aura or whatever it was that she could physically feel was very distracting, and being as intuitive as she was, she needed to know exactly what it was.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

The moment the door is open, Poison Ivy grabs it in her hand in a gesture that looks casual but is actually meant to keep the girl from changing her mind and closing it before she's able to come in. Which is just as well, because the question combined with the awkwardness with which it's asked tells her something: in order for someone to be that aware of her scent, that means she's fought it off. Who knew that the obsessed science geek was also the very strong willed sort? No matter - she's the woman who easily fought of the Ventriloquist and faced some of Two Face's anger and lived to tell the tale. She's not about to be the least bit worried about another, younger woman.

In fact, she's so unconcerned that she answers "No, that's me" as she pulls the door the rest of the way open and steps past Natalie to head into be building. Her pheromones wouldn't be nearly so potent if they weren't an inherent part of her, though they dissipate quickly after only a few feet, which Natalie might notice once she's made her way past. That's a useful feature, actually - it allows her to use her pheromones or not by changing how close she's standing to a person. And when you have no real reason to manipulate a person, it's better to keep them out of range. Not that it matters much when she's around someone who is fighting it off so easily.

Once she's in the building, Poison Ivy ponders the memory of the map she'd studied for a brief moment before she starts to head for her target's classroom - if she's going to have a strong-willed witness, the sooner she gets what she's come here for, the better. She's guessing that the office of her target would be locked at this hour, but the classroom may not be, depending on how finicky they are with security. And even if it is, odds are there will be a window into the room, and even a glimpse of the space would help. And unless the other young woman interrupts her in some way, she'll be ignored now that she's gotten what she wanted from her.

[nmartin]

'No, that's me.[/color]'

The answer is kind of baffling to Natalie. In fact, it's very baffling. What did she mean, it was her? It wasn't a perfume, so it wasn't a fragrance. Couldn't have been a shampoo, or some particularly strong lingering body wash that Natalie was picking up. The simple, honest answer by way of the red headed woman isn't actually considered for a moment, until finally Natalie gives her another strange look, possibly just accepting the fact that she didn't quite understand. But! Natalie isn't one to just give up on something that she doesn't understand either, and the smell is so bothersome to her. Not bothersome in the offending stench sense, but bothersome in that she found herself following after the woman for reasons she couldn't really explain.

"What do you mean, it's you?" Natalie asks quietly, hating to ask a question that would make someone second guess her genius intellect. Even asking the question has her furrowing her brows and looking disgruntled with her stupid question, though she does continue following after the woman who she's certain she'd never seen before. True, there were plenty of students at the University, and many were older than her. This woman looked to be the age of perhaps a graduate student or even possibly a teacher if she shared the same level of intelligence as say, Dr. Crane. He was a very young teacher as well. There were many options as to just what business she had at the University this late at night.

After a moment, Natalie stops herself and blinks awkwardly, taking another sip of the iced tea from the bottle and putting the cap back on the top as quietly as she can. "Do you need help finding anything? No one's really here at the moment if you're looking for someone in particular, and .. everything is pretty much locked up for the night too.." Yes, it was very strange for someone to have business here at practically 9:30pm. Then again, there she was, conducting illegal experiments in an underground laboratory on a group of diseased rats. So. She wasn't really one to talk.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

The scent of the pheromones is rather unique: almost, but not quite, floral and also somewhat similar to sweat - but in a good way. It's also a very pleasant scent - perhaps too pleasant. And it's also a much stronger scent than it seems to be at first, which is why anyone who falls under its spell doesn't notice it very much. And Poison Ivy has no idea what it actually smells like because she's immune to the active chemicals of it and is used to the rest. Though she's told that she smells nice - perhaps a bit too frequently.

When the other young woman follows her, Poison Ivy pays no particular attention as she walks down the hall, glancing at the room numbers as she walks at a brisk pace. 115, where are you? When her search is interrupted after a moment with the girl asking for clarification. Her voice is obviously condescending as she explains in the same tone she would to a young child, "What I mean is that's what I smell like." What else could she have meant by saying it's her? And, just because she's in a bit of a smug mood, she adds, "I never wear any scents. Nice, isn't it?" For some reason it's fun to brag a little to someone who must be genuinely interested - there wouldn't be any other reason to actually follow her, would there?

The next question seems to be ignored for a moment, but then Poison Ivy pauses herself, looks over her shoulder at the young woman, and smirks as she asks, "Have you ever hated someone enough to really do something to them?" Which is a rather bold question to ask, but by this young woman's own admission it's unlikely anyone else will hear this conversation and if it's ever repeated - well, obviously anyone would listen to the enchanting Ms. Isley more than they would some school obsessed nobody. And a part of her wants to tell someone, and to make sure that what she's planning really does something this time. Her small crimes have been treated too much like especially annoying pranks instead of something that actually makes anyone change their ways. She needs everyone to really pay attention to the message she's sending with her plants.

[nmartin]

To Natalie, the scent radiating from the strange red headed woman is indeed very floral. Very pleasant, and it takes all the manners in the world to keep her from breathing in deeper like one would to a really nice smelling candle or flower. However, part of that restraint comes in knowing that there was something almost unnatural about it that it had such a strong effect on her. Natalie was a fan of good smells and sometimes took a few more whiffs of candles than she should in the stores, but this was ridiculous.

The woman's pace was a fast one, but Natalie kept up. For reasons she could only half explain. She wanted to help her, that's why. Right? Yes, that had to be it. Even if it was 9:30pm. Even if she had a gut feeling that her intentions that night were dubious at best given the fact that she didn't even kind of recognize the woman. She needed help, and Natalie was fond of helping people. In one form or another.

"It is nice.." Natalie said, almost drifting off for a moment, the pheromones taking a slightly hypnotic effect on her for the briefest of moments before Natalie's eyes seemed to dialate and she captured control of her own pace again, and her questions. Just as she was about to ask what exactly the woman was looking for though, she asked a very strange question. One that was not only unexpected, but kind of disturbing as well. At least, to a psychologist in training.

'Have you ever hated someone enough to really do something to them?'

Well. She's certainly hated plenty of people enough to want to do some less than kind things to them. Unfortunately for the girl though, she had never really acted on those wishes. "No.. why?" Natalie asked again, though the more she thought over the question, she had taken out her frustrations in other ways. Namely in the experiments on the animals that she could capture and hold in the kennels, both in Crane's lab and at her own apartment before they made too much noise. The bad thing about dogs and cats. They bark, they whine, they meow, they yelp. Hence why learning a thing or two about crushing vocal cords turned out not to be a completely wasted effort.

"Is there something wrong?" Natalie asked quietly a moment afterward, her tone sounding genuinely concerned, a talent she'd learned and nearly perfected over the years, and would only get better at with time.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Why, exactly, the girl keeps following her is beyond Poison Ivy, but she'll happily ignore that as long as she doesn't try to stop her. And why would she? It's not like she's actually planning on doing anything tonight. In fact, the small seedlings of ideas that are cropping up in her head suggest that she might want to wait until the warmer months for this one, or at the very least a long string of warm days in the forecast. The lawn outside was being over-watered by the sprinklers, and if you add the full heat of summer by a south facing window... perhaps the rainforest should attack the one who would kill it...

Anyone who isn't at least somewhat disturbed by Poison Ivy's thought processes when she's in the mood to share them isn't fit to be in the field of psychology. She only ever pretends to be sane, though she's exceptionally good at it. Enough to fool the therapist that had been assigned to her case after she was released from the hospital into thinking that she was mostly over her anger with Dr. Woodrue - hah!

Having paused only long enough to receive that answer, Poison Ivy replies, "Oh, that's a shame. You should try it some time. It's a good feeling." One that she just might be addicted to, in fact. Having said that, she continues walking, turning down a side hallway she remembered from the map. Almost there.

The second question seems to be ignored for a moment as she now takes her time to remember that map more exactly, but eventually she answers, "Wrong? Of course. There's so many things wrong that I hardly know where to begin. But I'm here to figure out if I can't fix one of them." And then she suddenly stops walking, because here is room 115. A geology classroom, to judge by the signs hanging on and around the door. Which prompts another inward scoff: it's bad enough to have anyone claiming that any bit of rainforest was expendable, but that it's some geologist who probably doesn't know a thing about the importance of maintaining the biodiversity of plants really makes her blood boil.

She immediately tries the handle, but the classroom is locked tight. However, there are two very large windows on either side of the door that provide a view of the interior - that will have to be good enough. Her eyes seem to grow distant as she starts to see something in the classroom that isn't actually there - not the hallucination of a lunatic, but the vision of an artist looking at a blank canvas. She pieces this interior view of the room together with the memory of the exterior, and now she can better weed out the ideas that just won't work from the ones that have the greatest chance of success.

As she starts that process she adds, "Because if someone suggests that something very, very important is worthless, tries to convince other people that it is, and that leads to the risk that it will be destroyed, is that not wrong? And shouldn't I do whatever it takes to stop them?"

[nmartin]

Why exactly Natalie continued to follow the woman is beyond Natalie as well. Curiosity, a vague interest in what it was that she needed so late at night at the abandoned Unversity. Something was suspicious, though. Suspicious enough for Natalie to involve herself at least minimally, to see what the woman was up to. If nothing else it gave her some more time to kill while she waitied for the side effects of the toxins to wear off even more from the rats down in the basement. Though.. she couldn't wait too long. There had to be at least enough toxin in the animals to cause them a slight amount of pain still, or her compound would be useless.

As far as being disturbed by the woman's twisted thoughts, Natalie hardly even thought what she was suggesting was that horrible. So, she wanted revenge on someone. That's what she gathered, anyway. Not that horrible of a feeling. Anyone who was wronged would want to get back at the offender in some way, shape, or form. Even if it didn't mean violence. Unless the victim happened to be a pacifist, or just extremely forgiving.

"I'm sure it is." Natalie responds in a half-interested tone, already having an idea in her head what the woman was talking about. Like the situation with her parents. They bothered her, and she ignored them. She didn't hate them, but they probably thought she did. Occasionally that thought would make her laugh, but other times she'd only get more frustrated with their lack of critical thinking as to why their busy, career-oriented daughter couldn't spare hours on the phone talking about mundane things happening in their uninteresting lives.

Still following the red headed lady, she doesn't respond to her comment about fixing one of her problems. Instead, Natalie tilts her head slightly to one side, curious as to just what she planned on doing. Giving the woman her space, she looked up at the number on the door and also recognized it as a lab that belonged to one of the geology professors at the University. She'd taken the class a while ago, for a credit required for her degree. It was horribly dull. Anything concerning the environment was dull to her, though. At least, dull enough for her not to care very much about it.

The fact that the woman tried to open the door has Natalie half narrowing her eyes; of course it was going to be locked. Why wouldn't it be? Though, she suspected that in the frenzy that this woman was proving to be in, it was just instinct to try opening the door anyway. Saying nothing, she crossed her arms and suppressed a yawn, nodding her head and giving a shrug.

"I suppose so. Why, though? Who said something wasn't important? What's supposed to be important? And what do you plan on doing about it?"

Maybe it was the pheromones effecting her again, making her more.. conversational than she normally would've been. She asks the question with her same quiet tone, her gray eyes wandering from the room to the woman, then back to the room, then back to her tea, where they stay.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Truthfully, Poison Ivy had expected for the door to be locked. Keeping all the rooms locked at night was only sensible when each one of them held a number of very valuable pieces of electronic equipment. However, not checking the door would have been stupid - people were always taking things like that for granted. And if by some remote chance someone had forgotten to lock this particular door tonight, that would have been extremely helpful. But the window into the classroom is plenty for her purposes, so she seems unbothered by it.

Instead her eyes scan the room very carefully as she, primarily, notes the materials that everything is made out of and their location. She'd be able to direct her plants toward or away from certain parts of the room by making them attracted or repelled by different parts of it. And the small smirk that slowly spreads across her face is an indicator that she has a number of very good ideas.

However, her train of thought is put on pause by the series of questions that the girl asks now. Unlike the others that were either about her scent (as enjoyable as that topic is) or questions about her presence, these ones actually strike her as somewhat interesting. Her gaze abruptly shifts from the window to the girl, who she eyes thoughtfully for half a moment before she asks, "Are you sure you want the answers to those questions? Because if I told you... well, then you'd know... and all that that implies. There are consequences to knowing." And it's extremely unclear if that's a threat or not. And if so, if it's a threat from Poison Ivy herself or someone else. And if it's immediate or eventual. What's more certain is that the question is a test of some sort, because now Poison Ivy is watching Natalie very carefully - evaluatively, even.

[nmartin]

Well. At least she expected it. For a moment there it takes Natalie a second to even realize that the woman was looking at her, so otherwise consumed with the oddity of the pheromones coming from her. Not really distracted by them, but more or less wondering how they worked. Everything, everyone had it's 'scent,' though the human ability to sense such things were nearly useless by the point of evolution they were currently at. This woman's though.. they were far too strong, and it really baffled the girl. She'd have to do a little research on that when she had a free moment. If she ever got a free moment.

When she finally did realize that the woman was looking at her, the question registered shortly thereafter. With a blink, she looked away quickly, and gave a shy sort of shrug of her shoulders. Consequences were generally not a good thing, but she'd found out plenty of secrets that she shouldn't really have any access to with other individuals as well, and knew the consequences of what could happen if any of that information leaked. The difference though, was that she was certain she could trust the other person. She'd only just met this woman, if 'met' was really the right word. Did they even exchange names? She couldn't remember. The pheromones were still grappling with her conscious mind, making her a bit disoriented.

Thinking it over, Natalie forced a small grin, and nodded her head just as shyly as she'd shrugged a moment ago. ".. Yes. I do want to know." She said, swishing the tea around in the glass bottle absentmindedly as she very patiently waited for the answer to her question; and the consequences, as well.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Gauging the girl's reaction, Poison Ivy's serious expression suddenly breaks into a smirk and her eyes turn back to the window into the classroom as she explains what she sees there in her mind's eye. "Ficus obliqua; the small-leaved fig. A member of the the strangler fig family. They can envelop and eventually kill large trees in the rain forest so that they can reach high enough into the canopy to reach the sunlight without going through the trouble of growing roots and trunks themselves," she says, but that seemingly unrelated comment is only the beginning, "Imagine one of those, but instead of covering a tree it covered a building. And that it was modified to have the fibers of Guaiacum sanctum - holywood; the hardest wood I currently have access to. That would make it extremely difficult to cut. And the growth rate of Phyllostachys aurea - golden bamboo. And my personal favorite: the sap of Toxicodendron radicans - poison ivy, and I'm sure you can guess what that's for. Hmm, and I'll need to thicken the aerial roots so that it will make its own cracks in the walls, find some type of moss that grows in cave entrances to make it enter the building on purpose, and, of course, give it my standard set of immunities to herbicides. Am I forgetting anything?"

The way she lists all of that so casually and easily out of thin air, even the scientific names, says something about her level of expertise on the subject. And the overwhelming amount of confidence she's able to put behind the words says something about how this plant she's describing is not something that she's simply fantasizing about, but something she can and intends to create and unleash. In fact, to look at her one would almost think that it had already been done and she was patting herself on the back for doing it. Because what she's proposing would be relatively easy for Poison Ivy - not a speck of animal or fungal DNA required in that mix, and that's what would have actually made it tricky.

But as for who the revenge is against - well, that should be obvious, given where they're standing. And the whys go unanswered as well. She's not going to tell some random young woman everything just because she seems to be taking enough of an interest to ask. One might argue that she'd just explained the most important part, but then again she did and she didn't. And the consequences of what she chose to say are... well, that can be discussed later, if need be.