Izzy knows that the man she's currently bothering isn't her brother. He just reminds her of Alec, and she was always an expert at dealing with his moods, even if he'd argue that she wasn't. She's not all that intimidated by him, his mood, or his size. It's not that she has balls, so much as she's just used to dealing with bad moods, and surliness.
She knows that this guy, whatever his name might be, isn't Alec. It's a nice little reminder of the brother who isn't here, though. Just to see someone who (upon first look) is a little similar. Isabelle can't help that that's what she gravitates toward either, just like she can't help the amusement that causes the corners of her mouth to pull upward a little. So, this morning fell somewhere in the middle for him, not the worst and not the best.
Izzy couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been here, and what it'd take for her to settle in.
"This middle morning between best and worst." Izzy surmises before she shrugs a little bit before sitting back, her gaze forward for a long moment. Well, until he mentions hating this place, anyway. That gets the petite woman to turn her head, unabashedly looking right at him. "I can see the merit in hating it." Izzy speaks lightly, knowing that she should tread carefully, but she's never been one for fear, or letting it control her. "I can't say I'm a fan so far, even if I haven't had that long to settle in just yet." Her own eyebrows lift, almost in challenge to match his own, despite her light tone of voice. If he was trying to catch her for treason (and what the hell here wasn't treason) he'd probably already caught her, even if she wasn't spewing venom, what she'd said was likely enough.
Izzy didn't live her life in fear; she also did, and said, what she felt was right, and so far...hatred toward this place didn't seem to be in the wrong. She was quickly getting there herself with all of the rules, regulations, and just how stifling the place managed to be. She didn't know if that was his reason, but if it was she sure as hell understood.
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She knows that this guy, whatever his name might be, isn't Alec. It's a nice little reminder of the brother who isn't here, though. Just to see someone who (upon first look) is a little similar. Isabelle can't help that that's what she gravitates toward either, just like she can't help the amusement that causes the corners of her mouth to pull upward a little. So, this morning fell somewhere in the middle for him, not the worst and not the best.
Izzy couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been here, and what it'd take for her to settle in.
"This middle morning between best and worst." Izzy surmises before she shrugs a little bit before sitting back, her gaze forward for a long moment. Well, until he mentions hating this place, anyway. That gets the petite woman to turn her head, unabashedly looking right at him. "I can see the merit in hating it." Izzy speaks lightly, knowing that she should tread carefully, but she's never been one for fear, or letting it control her. "I can't say I'm a fan so far, even if I haven't had that long to settle in just yet." Her own eyebrows lift, almost in challenge to match his own, despite her light tone of voice. If he was trying to catch her for treason (and what the hell here wasn't treason) he'd probably already caught her, even if she wasn't spewing venom, what she'd said was likely enough.
Izzy didn't live her life in fear; she also did, and said, what she felt was right, and so far...hatred toward this place didn't seem to be in the wrong. She was quickly getting there herself with all of the rules, regulations, and just how stifling the place managed to be. She didn't know if that was his reason, but if it was she sure as hell understood.