"It's fine to say I'm sort, I've accepted it," he mutters dryly. It helps that he's of the mind that 12 is rather young, as much as he's technically there now.

He's in this really weird limbo of self-opinion, it's odd to think about.

As it is. "...Unfortunately not- my best advice now is to hope you get 'lucky' if you run into them." He can't tell exactly where they are right now after all, so who even knows if Isabel will have to deal with this.