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Izzy lingered just long enough to watch the two guards go limp before easing herself away from the corner. Her grin hadn't quite disappeared as she slipped past Aren, giving him a light bump against the shoulder with her own.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Not bad, boyo."[/color] She nodded toward the unconscious guard sprawled on the floor. [color=#F8DE7E]"ye've got ah damned good right hook."[/color] The compliment came with a crooked smile before she crouched briefly beside the unconscious younger guard.

Old habit.

Her fingers deftly checked the man's belt and pouches, relieving him of anything small enough to disappear into her own satchel—coin if he had it, a useful knife, perhaps a keyring if fortune smiled on them. Nothing bulky. Nothing that would slow her down. Only then did she rise and quietly fall back into step with the others. Her boots barely made a sound against the old stone floor now.

Golden eyes swept lazily over every doorway they passed, every shadow, every crack in the walls. She'd spent enough years aboard ships and in back alleys to know that the most dangerous thing in a place like this wasn't what you could see, but what was waiting around the next corner.

As Neo warned them things were about to become more difficult, Izzy glanced toward him. Her expression softened into something almost approving.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Y'know..."[/color] she murmured quietly. [color=#F8DE7E]"Fer ah bloke who cannae see, ye've got'ah decent sense'ov wha's goin' on an' where tae go."[/color] She adjusted the strap of her satchel. A wolfish grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.