[@GreenGoat][@TheHangedMan]

[color=6ecff6]"They can't?"[/color]The woman said in a voice that sounded way too serious to be sarcastic. Has she never drunken that before? It makes sense but that was still a strange way to reply, but it sounded mostly innocent. Well, more like serious enough that it came across as innocent. Isabella scratched the back of her head and sheepishly smiled at her response. She wasn't quite sure what to say to that. Man, this was gonna be...interesting.

[color=6ecff6]"Did you need anything of me?"[/color] She put her hand to her chin quizzically with a more playful smile plastered on her face. She dropped her hands down relaxedly before shrugging. [color=lightslategray]"Got it. What I need you to do is juuust~ let me sit wi-"[/color][color=ed1c24]"She may not, but I do. Care to chat a bit?"[/color] Isabella turned over to where the deep voice came from. It seemed to be a rather large man dressed head to toe in...coat? He seemed to be situated in the shadier part of the street with only his eyes visible. Strange beady eyes...

Her eyebrow raised as she put her hands in her pocket and looked him up and down. Bad idea to pick a fight with him right now huh? Questioning him seemed a bit smarter. [color=lightslategray]"Um, excuse me sir. Is it cool if we talk here? Don't really wanna move around too much, ya know?"[/color] She said, her smile notably gone. She didn't trust this guy. Not for a second. Anyone dressed up in a gigantic coat and in darkness was never good news.

On top of that, she had no really way to defend herself like usual if this guy attacked. Her hands were firmly on the mace bottle and taser in her pockets. If nothing else, those should do something.