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"Uh ... kissing my girlfriend? And she's uh ... here?" she replies, still coming out of the effects of a blow to the head.

"I think she's asking the broader sense of what you're doing, babe." whispers Asil, as she helps Isabelle back to her feet.

"Oh, right."

Isabelle eyes the pistol and sword that are being pointed in their vague direction, feeling the familiar stirrings of fear. Those were [i]weapons[/i]. They could [i]hurt [/i]people. It wasn't like when she was piloting. Real life didn't have inertial dampers, reinforced pilot cages or emergency core shielding. This was the pirate kidnapping all over again.

"I don't suppose you'd accept that we're just handing out coffee and muffins? No? Well, it was worth a shot." she shrugs, glancing at her watch. "Truth be told, I don't know where they are, and it's too late to do anything about it now anyway. About two minutes too late, in fact."

[i]Good. Safe play. Logic to delay her. Maybe deflect. Don't give away too much.[/i]

"So why don't we all just go on our way now." she says, before adjusting her stance and letting her coat fall to reveal the hilt of her own sword. The shard of Bellerophon catching the light enough to glint. "There's no need for swords, pistols, or anyone to be hurt for what's going on."

[i]Wait. What?[/i]

"After all, damage done." she continues, her voice amazingly level. "So can I interest you in a takeaway cup? It'd be a shame to let this all go to waste."

[i]Take the bluff take the bluff take the bluff oh please take the bluff. I don't want to fiiiight.[/i]

After all. Does Adriana know about how adverse Isabelle is to fighting outside the cockpit? Or will she just see the girl who was a good enough fencer to sink her sword into the [i]Aeteline[/i], and think that maybe, just maybe, this is not a fight worth having?