Isabelle starts to follow. But her steps are not quick. She is, of course, far more preoccupied with the new presence in her head than the potential to be left alone in this place.

[I]Who are you?[/i] she asks instead. [I]What's your name?[/i]

A name is an odd thing to ask for first, she reflects, when faced with Ancient and vast knowledge. But dammed if she's going to carry on another conversation in her head without something to put to the voice.

[I]And is there any way to get a message out of system?[/i]

Depending on the answers, she might be better off not following the two kidnappers who seemed to be trying to experiment on her. 

[I]As if that isn't the understatement of the century[/i]