"It also said 'oh crap, it's you' like it knew you--you don't know any giant eyeballs, do you?" Isabel would make a joke about having to keep an eye on him, but considering the circumstances, she felt like it might fall a bit flat.

"Mr. Fell?" Isabel looked at the man quizzically for a moment, tilting her head, but then she smiled and stuck out a hand. "Hi, I'm Isabel Knight. Oh, and Chaos, my familiar, he's around here somewhere. You can't miss him." No, indeed not, as the rather large Maine Coon came trotting up to sit near his mistress' ankles.

"I could jump in now, but...um...is anyone else prepared?" Not that Isabel had anything like food, but really, she was decent enough at Discovery that she could probably call some up...