Well, Isabel knew how she'd put it, but at the moment, she had no room to talk. Too busy actually trying to get the ship to ground without any casualties. Or any more than there already might be on the ship itself...

And she couldn't heal now. That really sucked.

As it was--thank you, Grandpa Drake and your instruction in forces (and Forces)...Isabel was managing to use her bracelet to both slow the airship and bring it down safely. Once she'd done that, her first instinct was to book out, but she figured some authority might want to talk to her. She just hoped she wasn't in trouble.

"You're telling me," Isabel agreed.