Isla stayed back with the marines, chatting quietly with them while the interview went on. When it was done she made her goodbyes to the men, followed Duncan into the car and climbed in. In stark contrast to the car before he was talking again and she listened with hands folded in her lap. The images of the man giving his toy to the child was moving, beautiful really, but it still didn't make her nay more comfortable about the army, news or hospitals. There couldn't be three worse things to throw her into the middle of but she'd managed and ignored the triggers to run and squirrel herself away. As her therapist had said, if she knew what triggered her she could work on ways to stop the trigger response.

He spoke about his upbringing and her head span, he couldn't really have had such an intense and action packed life right? Still she didn't question it, he had no reason to lie to her after all. When he questioned about her European upbringing she shrugged lightly and smiled, she wanted to point out she'd been bought up all around the world so there wasn't really a 'home' language to think about or the fact their home didn't really see enough of them to be home. Instead she said, “It was pretty boring too. Don't get me wrong there were some nice bits but a town is a town really, all that changes is the weather.” Her tone was light enough to be considered playful. 

“Well I have to get some things for the house, so I guess, do you have a mall? Cinema? Bowling Alley?” She asked, contemplating the favourite places she used to visit back home. “A gym would be good too if there is one. We can waste time anywhere really.” She said with a light chuckle, it really didn't matter where she went as long as it wasn't the house until the end of the working day.