[color=ed1c24]"Bless you,"[/color] Isaac coughed, chest heaving. [color=ed1c24]"I'd be dead out there if not for you,"[/color] his light Haitian accent colored his praise of Morgan. The way she commanded her bat, and the ease with which she barred the way in the wake of their escape caused him to marvel at her in a sideways glance. From head to toe, Morgan appeared to be built for this, from bat to bullet proof vest. 

[color=ed1c24]"That man upstairs, he was trying to distract them, yes?"[/color] Isaac paused to rotate his shoulder, still sore from dislocating it earlier. [color=ed1c24]"Or... was he aiming for us?"[/color] His brow arched as he regarded the woman. If the shrapnel and barrage of marbles pointed to anything concrete on the man's intentions, it was obscured from him at the moment. As it stood, they were safe for the moment. [color=ed1c24]"I'm called Isaac,"[/color] he added to his slight savior. For now, he'd need to arm himself with something--anything. 

[color=fff200]Casting around, Isaac opened cabinets and searched behind doors in the immediate room for some sort of blunt or sharp object.[/color]