The movement of Cerasus looking around the corner attracted Izzy’s attention, the action making him look that much more like the child whose form he had been exacted to take. Yet, how fitting that form was for his surroundings was uncanny, the ethereal aura about him making him seem more like a spirit trapped within the walls of the school he had once attended rather than a vampire.
	When he glanced behind her and inquired about the man accompanying her, he showed no recognition. “You mean you don’t recognize him?” she asked sharply, turning to face Riley. But then, Cerasus seemed to finally remember him with a little push.
	When he looked back to Izzy, she turned to return his stare, and the other matters at hand once more took precedence.
	“And?” Izzy echoed bitterly, the hope--or what closely resembled it--in his eyes telling her he was asking about the mission he had sent her on. “[i]And?[/i] Does it [i]look[/i] like I’m carrying a bunch of severed limbs to you?” She moved her hands slightly to the side, gesturing to herself. “And if it wasn’t for him,” she waved a hand at Riley, “I’d be nothing but bloody smear in the road right now! You sent me out there with nothing! So, what,” she took a small step toward him, glaring savagely down at him, “it didn’t even occur to you to tell me that the hunters aren’t [i]human?[/i] Slip your mind, did it, that one of them is the freaking Hulk’s brother?” she finished through her teeth.