[center][h2][color=ff8533]Isaac LaBelle[/color][/h2][/center]
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Isaac exited the operations room calmly, seemingly content with the decision to pick the coffeehouse over the bar. He supposed it was better than sitting in their cockpits painstakingly waiting for the order to mobilize. Despite his relative composure, he still visibly tensed up as another pilot slung some French at him right out of the door. His eyes flicked over to Alexei like a wary animal, not too wide as to suggest fear, but not too narrow as to suggest hostility. He hadn't heard about other Paragon agents here. Was this a defector? He'd never heard of a Southshell Alliance, at least in Europe. Had he been found out already? No, he had to play it cool, there was no way this guy could know who he was. 

[color=ff8533]"Isaac LaBelle, nice to meet you,"[/color] he finally responded, voice meek but otherwise level, [color=ff8533]"Are you from France? You speak the language well enough."[/color] He needed to assess what kind of insight Alexei had. Any insider knowledge of Paragon could be a threat to his cover, and he'd have to be extra careful. Isaac was pretty sure he didn't have a reputation, but he didn't want to take the risk.

He followed along with the group as they made their way to the coffeehouse regardless, shooting an idle glance at Alexei every so often as he kept in close proximity. When the other pilot turned to converse with one of the girls - he never caught her name - Isaac mumbled a quick [color=ff8533]"Coffee, extra cream."[/color] to Joey when he saw an opportunity. He slid into a chair nearby, head craning around the room in idle interest as he tried to look like he wasn't eavesdropping on Alexei and... Ms. Steiner, he called her?

[i]The Battle of Blue Mountain. Sydney.[/i] That suggested Alexei had been here in Haven for a while, and thus he was unlikely to have any knowledge of Isaac himself or Algernon. The agent finally let out a sigh, his posture visibly sinking in his chair. He could relax; a bit, at least. The atmosphere helped, even with that huge man from earlier throwing tables around to make a bigger area for the squad to sit. It seemed odd to be sitting here with a whole armada actively bombarding the area, but what could Isaac do? He had his targets, and whether Darwin fell or not wasn't his concern. It didn't make sense for him to be more tense than some of these people with everything to lose. The only thing he had to worry about was unfounded paranoia and making a quick getaway should things go south. 

Isaac finally perked up at that thought, scooting closer to the table in an attempt to at least look like he was engaging with the group, if not actively talking at the moment. 

[hr][@Andre Valias]