Izzy doesn't bother to hold back the laugh. She can't help it that Steve has his amusing moments, maybe even bordering adorable, actually. How someone who looks as good as he does can manage to be so sheepish, she doesn't know, but it definitely makes him endearing. "Oh, good, they won't be missing out, then." She winks at him, obviously joking around.
The tour might have started out semi-uncomfortable, mainly because of where she'd come from, but now Izzy felt at least a little bit comforted. After all, Steve didn't have the same manner as the people who had ushered her along, making their obvious lack of personalities more than obvious. Steve had a personality, and felt like a person who actually cared, and that was definitely a step in a better direction for the whole welcome-wagon. She just needed that little bit of a sign that not everyone here was robotic to loosen up like this. She'd be okay, though, because she had to be. She didn't have another option. Izzy was always okay, even when she wasn't.
"Sounds like a plan to me." The young woman nodded, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears so that it was out of the way, the tattoo on her neck standing out more with her hair back like this. Runes. They were runes, but were they really? That was still up in the air. And she doesn't know that she can actually ask anything about glitches without getting herself into a world of trouble, once the time for questions actually arrives.
Dutifully, Isabelle followed after Steve, taking in everything as she walks along as best she can. This place was definitely huge, the Wagon Wheel in particular. "Aye, aye, Captain." Izzy gives a playful salute, to show that she definitely understands when and where she is supposed to be in the morning. She's following along well so far, at least. A curious look crosses her face as Steve makes a detour on the way back to the elevators, her heat tilting a bit as they come to a stop, taking in everything around her in this spot.
It's definitely interesting, and not a stop she was expecting on the tour. Studying Steve for a long moment, Izzy contemplates what, if anything, she thinks that she is okay to ask in this situation. He's been nice, and a comforting presence once she broke through to his personality, but....she's sure as hell not trying to get herself slapped with a charge of treason already. Studying the camera for a moment, Izzy wets her lips and then crosses her arms, in thought for only a moment. "You're different from the others that were in green." Izzy nods toward his jumpsuit. "Why? And how did you get to the level you're at?" Izzy tries to keep her tone respectful and yet...careful, not trying to actually get herself into any trouble.
"And how closely are we being watched, should I be treading carefully at all times...even now?" She poses tentatively, one manicured eyebrow lifting, her own tone definitely more serious.
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The tour might have started out semi-uncomfortable, mainly because of where she'd come from, but now Izzy felt at least a little bit comforted. After all, Steve didn't have the same manner as the people who had ushered her along, making their obvious lack of personalities more than obvious. Steve had a personality, and felt like a person who actually cared, and that was definitely a step in a better direction for the whole welcome-wagon. She just needed that little bit of a sign that not everyone here was robotic to loosen up like this. She'd be okay, though, because she had to be. She didn't have another option. Izzy was always okay, even when she wasn't.
"Sounds like a plan to me." The young woman nodded, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears so that it was out of the way, the tattoo on her neck standing out more with her hair back like this. Runes. They were runes, but were they really? That was still up in the air. And she doesn't know that she can actually ask anything about glitches without getting herself into a world of trouble, once the time for questions actually arrives.
Dutifully, Isabelle followed after Steve, taking in everything as she walks along as best she can. This place was definitely huge, the Wagon Wheel in particular. "Aye, aye, Captain." Izzy gives a playful salute, to show that she definitely understands when and where she is supposed to be in the morning. She's following along well so far, at least. A curious look crosses her face as Steve makes a detour on the way back to the elevators, her heat tilting a bit as they come to a stop, taking in everything around her in this spot.
It's definitely interesting, and not a stop she was expecting on the tour. Studying Steve for a long moment, Izzy contemplates what, if anything, she thinks that she is okay to ask in this situation. He's been nice, and a comforting presence once she broke through to his personality, but....she's sure as hell not trying to get herself slapped with a charge of treason already. Studying the camera for a moment, Izzy wets her lips and then crosses her arms, in thought for only a moment. "You're different from the others that were in green." Izzy nods toward his jumpsuit. "Why? And how did you get to the level you're at?" Izzy tries to keep her tone respectful and yet...careful, not trying to actually get herself into any trouble.
"And how closely are we being watched, should I be treading carefully at all times...even now?" She poses tentatively, one manicured eyebrow lifting, her own tone definitely more serious.