"Can it, moron. Simple questions get simple answers. If I were you, I'd tape my mouth shut to keep the pile of dumb crap from pouring out. " Isabelle retorted with an eye roll. She stood up, sounding irritated. "Honestly, I'm sure there is no creature on Earth with a dick limper than yours." She got up and sat beside Sophie, who let out an audible, musical giggle. "I got locked in the mall security office for a good ten minutes once. It was a very traumatizing experience." She told her, "I'm Isabelle, you?"

Sophie giggled again. This girl was awesome. Though, at her statement, she shuddered. "I'm sure it was traumatizing. I'm sorry to hear that. I hate being locked up." She looked at Isabelle and smiled sweetly, extending her hand. "I'm Sophelia, but you can call me Sophie." She glanced over at Luke, whose' back was to her. He remained at her side, loyal as always. She smiled faintly. "And that," she said, gesturing to Luke. "Is my brother, Lucas, but you can call him Luke. He's the older one." She rolled her eyes at her last statement. Sophelia glanced around, then back to Isabelle. "Maybe it's not so bad we're in this situation. We may not have met and this seems like a wonderful start to a beautiful friendship. Gotta be positive, you know? Can't be a downer about it, although this situation really does stink."