As much as Izzy probably expected he would have, Holden reacted quite poorly to her sudden attempt to seize his knife away from him. He lashed out at her, not in any kind of fluid or deliberate motion, but a twitchy, jerking motion that was likely almost entirely reflex. Being in such close quarters, his blade struck flesh, and cut a shallow line across Izzy's palm. A few drops of blood landed on the floor, but the wound had hardly been deep enough for any to remain on the blade.

"Now look what you've done, you-" Holden began to admonish her, clearly flustered, but his words trailed off as he looked back at the wound he had inflicted on her.

The thin cut on her palm was healing before his very eyes. Already as he finished speaking its ends had narrowed and sealed into fresh, healthy skin, and the wound shrank in length at the same rate that a hazy sunset disappeared behind the horizon. He watched, utterly transfixed as the wound vanished entirely, Izzy's blood having long since evaporated from the floor. His knife clattered to the floor as he lost the strength in his arms, still agog.

"How..." His strength in his legs seemed to leave him then, as he collapsed onto his hands and knees. "How did you..."

[center][u]Twenty minutes later...[/u][/center]

Holden had been a bit more willing to listen to reason after that. Now believing Izzy's claim that she could help him, he wasn't openly hostile, but he was still far from friendly or trusting. It took a bit more cajoling for Izzy to convince him to pay a visit to a friend of hers: Mohe Riley. The abandoned school was a twenty-minute ride away by bike, and Holden's means of transportation was typically the bus. As such, he'd been forced to hitch a ride on the back of Izzy's bike. An act that he found demeaning and emasculating, as he loudly complained of such to Izzy for the entire ride. Despite his protests, it wasn't a burden on Izzy to pedal for both of them; he didn't weigh anything, after all.

Eventually they reached the school that Riley was squatting in. Danger. Do not enter. Private property. The usual signs hung outside, but Izzy paid them no mind, and seemingly neither did Holden. He surveyed the school from the outside with a clearly wary expression, though what he could glean from his examination that wasn't already obvious, Izzy wasn't sure.

"So this... Riley person. He was kind of an interesting name; it sound sort of... cute? Maybe kitschy is a better word. Is he a cute, kitschy person?"

Despite the fact that he was neither of those things, Izzy could only wonder how these two would interact once they met. She had only won Holden over with her little parlor trick, but Riley had no such grounds to be believed. And even then, his typical tricks were not the type that inspired trust. If Holden got the wrong idea, she could have a mess on her hands. It would probably be best to diffuse the situation before it began. Namely if he had any more knives hidden on him, to start.