Isabel, never one to wait when moving was a good idea, barely glanced up before shoving at the older man. "MOVE, yes it does MOVE!"

She cast her eyes around to make sure no one else had been idling around like a bunch of gawkers. Like she had. Cupping her hands over her mouth, Isabel shouted, just in case.

"That ship's coming down, people! Move! MOVE!"

Not that she was. Not yet. Though Isabel did her best to be out of the way of the greatest mass of the ship. Jecht might recognize her movements, as she shook out her arms and flexed them, and took a deep breath. Yeah, she was definitely planning...something.