Isabelle hands the cup over, putting trust in the hastily scrawled "Adriana" on the lid to see it reach its ultimate destination.

And then just ... waits. 

She stands there, rocking on her heels, fingers brushing the hilt of her sword. It seems so strange to have to do nothing whilst, in front of her, the two women hack away at the server racks that are protecting one of her allies. But Matty's words stop her from committing to anything more drastic.

[i]Would we really do anything right now? I mean, we don't have Emberlight anymore. And Marcina does have a [/i][i]gun[/i].

Still. Isabelle finds herself gritting her teeth. Considering, seriously considering, how a fight might transpire here. How she could, with the right precision, disable her opponents, or at least disarm them. Even knowing that she doesn't have the protection of several tonnes of superdense alloys. Or the power of a CFD behind her.

It's crazy. It's insane. It's stupid.

But something is wrong. She can feel it, like a tingle on the back of her neck. Something is coming.

[i]What? Where did that idea come from?[/i]

She glances up and down the empty corridors behind them. And grips the hilt of her sword tighter.