Isla had raised her head slightly when she heard someone yell in her general direction. She seemed to be offering a drink for herself and other recent arrivals. The Hunter remained motionless however, eyes surveying the growing number of Flame Haze entering the warehouse. It would be rude to ignore the Biter of Torturous Wilt's offer, but what if someone took the opportunity to try and strike up conversation? That'd be way too awkward! Isla only wanted to slay monsters; this 'socialising' thing was just way too difficult!

Still, felt she was left with little choice, Isla slowly made her way towards the bar, avoiding eye contact with her allies. After several long moments, she was holding the margarita in her hand, staring at the drink blankly. She may be over a century old, but cocktails were not something Isla had looked into in all this time. What if she didn't like it? It would be in poor taste to not finish the drink...

[color=F5DEB3]"We thank you,"[/color] Wulver spoke in place of the silent Flame Haze, [color=F5DEB3]"It's nice to see so many of us gathered like this. I'd prefer more casual circumstances, but still."[/color]

Isla preoccupied herself with taking in the warehouse once more as Wulver struck conversation. The latest arrival, with a rather strong accent, seemed quite annoyed by something, Isla wasn't entirely sure of what though. Was she just grouchy in general? This was why Isla much preferred to keep to herself. Way less awkward...