"Grab what?" The words are barely out of Isabelle's mouth before the girl is taking off, disappearing somewhere unseen. She stands there, trying to figure out what an Ittie is. It sounds like a weapon, maybe, and Isabelle's considering where to get her own weapon when Moana continues. Only she's not holding anything even remotely sharp or dangerous. It's a pig.

The closest she's ever gotten to a pig was a morning bacon breakfast.

"Okay," she says, sounding a little uncertain now. "Lead the way."