"Not in person," Isabelle admits, and decides to forgo the comment about having only eaten them. While they never had any pets at the Institute, she was more than used to seeing people around the city walking their dogs, seeing cats sitting perched in windowsills. But this girl has a baby pig, and Isabelle is admittedly a little weirded out by it.

To each their own, she supposes. Guess you can't really be choosy in a place like this.

"As long as it's warm," Isabelle sighs, picking a twig out of her hair. She's a mess and her feet are killing her, and she just wants a second to relax. "I don't suppose it'll magically have some shampoo and conditioner, will it?"