Isabelle brushed herself off as she got back to her feet. Vestiago was already continuing downstairs, so after readjusting herself, she headed downstairs herself. Down in the main lobby, nearly everyone had already woken up. It seemed Edwin was the late sleeper, which surprised Isabelle; she'd have thought the military man would have been up [i]before[/i] the bells had gone off. Ah well. Finding an empty seat at the table, Isabelle waved a greeting to Cora, tried not to make eye contact with Solomon, flat out [i]ignored[/i] Stuffed-Shirt, and sat down. "So, do we get breakfast?" she asked.