Izzy reaches over for one of her empties, absentmindedly, bringing it to her mouth before she realizes that she's finished it off. The look of disappointment that crosses her face as she drops it back into place is in place as she turns to focus back on the blonde standing at the ladder of their bunk. Though, her nose wrinkles slightly in thought. Caffeine.... Izzy considers the possibility for a moment.

"It counts. I mean, in theory it could dry out membranes, but it wouldn't by the first thing I'd think of." She speaks, channeling her forensic pathologist. IT's other sort of 'drugs' and things that seem more likely to contribute to nosebleeds, at least in her mind. "It'd take the right circumstances to do it, though." She admits with a bit of a dainty shrug, some of her hair starting to work it's way form her bun.

"Which guy across the hall did you spill coffee on?" She can't help but follow her scientific thought-process up with. She likes gossip, what can she say? And she likes being complimented, so the half-smirk on her face settles nicely. "Noted, and thank you. I do try, but it's not easy to make a jumpsuit look good, as I'm sure you know already. You do a fair job yourself all things considered." Izzy gives a vague gesture toward Felicity in her own jumpsuit, wondering why the hell she's so sweaty. And thirsty.

She likes Felicity; she's kind of adorable, and much easier to talk to than Zee from what Izzy's gathered thus far.