"I do," Isabelle sighs, resting an elbow on the table, her cheek against the palm of her hand. Really, she shouldn't be advertising these sorts of things to mundanes, either. Shadowhunters, downworlders, the shadow world in general — it's all shrouded in secrecy, all meant to be kept away from humans and their fragile minds. But Isabelle's never been particularly good at keeping her mouth shut about it, and most mundanes don't believe her anyway. It helps, probably, that she only talks to mundane boys, and they usually just think she's one of those crazy hot goth girls, emphasis on the crazy and hot.

Besides, she figures in this case, portaled into some strange village where they're being held captive against their will, all bets are sort of off.

"Well--," she amends, tipping her head a bit. "Warlocks can open portals to just about anywhere. I'm not sure about interdimensionally, though."