Isadora rested comfortably on one of the couches, her back leaning against it. She, like many others in the court house, were waiting for the humans. While some talked with others though, Iz was snugly relaxing on the plush couch with her eyes closed. No sooner had she almost drifted to sleep had her eyes flickered open, hearing and smelling the bus full of humans nearby. She shifted in place, so her back wasn't leaning against the couch anymore, and clutched the pendant hanging from its chain around her neck, questions swirling in her mind. She recalled the state her house was in: neat, tidy, and her unused father's room prepared for its to-be-inhabitant. Overall, she thought it looked pretty welcoming. Iz lightly sighed, wondering if the human would be uncomfortable living with her. She sensed fear from many of the humans in that bus.