She is tough. And even though she's bringing a hand up to her throat, feeling it for injury and finding only the smallest of cuts, she can't help the pleased, almost smug smile that crosses her face. She's tough, and she's more than aware of that, certainly doesn't need to be reminded of it. But it's nice to hear sometimes, all the same. Especially from a perfect stranger.

"Explain away," Isabelle says, and begins wringing out her hair and her clothes, trying to shake off the worst of the water. "But be quick about it."