Ivy doesn't even do stuff like this anymore. Maybe it's the nostalgia.

[Not that she ever did anything with pheromones...besides that lipstick he read about in the files. Duke is back to hacking and cutting down the vines trying to get closer to the base of the plant. He ducks and dodges two vines and blinks, letting the colors around him shift briefly--he's still getting used to doing this while on the job--and yells out.]

Check your ten o'clock. The vine is getting feisty--uh, er.

[Before that thorny vine stabs him in the back. Thanks to the light shifting he knows he's given him at least ten seconds.]