Isabeau, however, did overhear the freakishly tall woman refer to her in unpleasant terms, and though she had come to observe the temple, to get some sort of frame of reference and history behind Yuna and her journey, Isabeau couldn't let such a petty insult slide. With a scowl and stomped steps, Isabeau approached the red head and who she assumed to be the red head's friends. Isabeau reached out and tapped the girl on her shoulders. 

"Excuse me?" Isabeau said, her hands on her hips in anger, "Watch your mouth, you vulgar, freakish sow! Are you so uncultured, so unrefined to not know where you're standing? This is a holy place, no fit for ones who can't watch their ugly, pathetic mouths. Have some decency!" 

With a satisfied huff, Isabeau turned away from the girl and stomped away. stopping as she noticed a girl rush into the Chamber of the Fayt. Isabeau, who naturally assumed such locations were off limits to the public, simply looked on in confusion, which only increased as two others ran in after her. Well, that wasn't very fair, if those three could go inside, so could she. She was the daughter of the savior of Spira, after all. 

Without waiting for the red haired to respond, Isabeau ran after the others, calling out that she wanted to be part of the tour too, shoving past the monks who were desperately trying to maintain the order.