Holden’s hesitance made Izzy suspect that he did, in fact, have another knife on him. She returned his stare firmly, waiting. When he looked away, a mix of confusion and curiosity flashed over her face at his reaction. When he spoke, as quiet as the words were, she stood a bit straighter and uncrossing her arms, watching him carefully as he reached for whatever hidden weapon he had.
	But she was far from prepared for the sheer number of them he began pulling from his various hiding places. Her mouth opened slightly, and her brows rose upward, impossibly rising further when he handed them over. She only just managed to keep from dropping them.
	“Uh…” she responded to his question, glancing between her armful of weapons, and Holden. “Didn’t forget any, did you?” she asked sarcastically as she bent down to place them on the ground and shrug out of her backpack once more. She looked to him when his gaze shifted to her, but did not pause as she placed the arsenal safely in her pack.
	Izzy shrugged at his statement about his wealth. “I don’t care about your money.” She zipped up her backpack. “And the only crime I plan on committing today is trespassing on government property. Which, I might add,” she stood and glanced toward the nearest ‘Keep Out’ sign, “you’re also doing.” She slung a single strap over a shoulder. “All I care about is getting you back to normal. I get this whole thing's probably a bit, well..." She glanced behind her to the decrepit school with a tight-lipped smile, trying to look at the situation from Holden's perspective. "Shady, to say the  least. But I'm not going to kidnap or kill you or something. So c’mon, worry wort.” She jerked her head toward the school and started heading toward the doors. “Unless you want to pass up the opportunity to possibly get your weight back.”