Izzy grinned as he repeated her name, the accent certainly was nice to hear, if she were being honest. "Izzy is acceptable too, for the record." The woman gave a playful wink. She might as well make friends here....especially if everything was as it had been introduced because it certainly seemed like working together would be the best way to get much of anything done. Pulling her hand away from his, she tucked her hair behind her ears while a small laugh escaped. "I can think of some worse first impressions, and we'll get you patched up soon enough." Honestly, there had to be something around here with which to patch him up....and if there wasn't she wasn't opposed to ripping off a bit of her skirt to help him.
Unlike other shadowhunters, she wasn't completely prejudiced when it came to mundanes and Downworlders....plus, he was here for a reason, obviously. Though, he was definitely a different sort of mundane, which made her all the more curious about what his story was and why he'd been approached to come here.
"You know....Isabelle Lightwould would." The young woman gave a nod, and another laugh. If nothing else, he was definitely interesting, and she had been expecting someone more...serious (pun not intended) considering his general appearance, but certainly not minding the demeanor that he actually carried. "If we don't find anything I've got an idea for a last resort, so we'll save your hand yet, I'm sure." Izzy spoke confidently, as she always did, and as if she didn't have any concerns...even though infection was a legitimate worry in his situation.
She didn't plan on having to take care of any dead bodies in this place, though, so they'd get him taken care of one way or the other.
Grinning at Sirius' realization, and subsequent reaction to her shoes, the shadowhunter fought the urge to laugh. Most people didn't fight in heels, even if she had often done so...in both heels and little dresses. However, in this particular case she knew they weren't practical, so she wasn't going to deny the truth. "We'll just have to see, and thank you, I happen to have a lot of practice." Isabelle teased, enjoying his charming little comments and smiles. If he had a haircut, or maybe just a good shampooing and brushing, and were cleaned up...Sirius would definitely be attractive, she was sure. "They're not practical, though, I wear them all the time and I'll make do if I have to." She wasn't here to complain, after all. She'd do whatever she had to with whatever she had to because that was the sort of person she was, and she had chosen to do this, anyway. "I swear the cloth is all your's when, or if, we find it, Sirius."
Izzy gave a playful cross in front of her heart before moving confidently, hoping that they would find cloth, at the very least.
"So, how big, exactly, is this hole in your wall?"
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Unlike other shadowhunters, she wasn't completely prejudiced when it came to mundanes and Downworlders....plus, he was here for a reason, obviously. Though, he was definitely a different sort of mundane, which made her all the more curious about what his story was and why he'd been approached to come here.
"You know....Isabelle Lightwould would." The young woman gave a nod, and another laugh. If nothing else, he was definitely interesting, and she had been expecting someone more...serious (pun not intended) considering his general appearance, but certainly not minding the demeanor that he actually carried. "If we don't find anything I've got an idea for a last resort, so we'll save your hand yet, I'm sure." Izzy spoke confidently, as she always did, and as if she didn't have any concerns...even though infection was a legitimate worry in his situation.
She didn't plan on having to take care of any dead bodies in this place, though, so they'd get him taken care of one way or the other.
Grinning at Sirius' realization, and subsequent reaction to her shoes, the shadowhunter fought the urge to laugh. Most people didn't fight in heels, even if she had often done so...in both heels and little dresses. However, in this particular case she knew they weren't practical, so she wasn't going to deny the truth. "We'll just have to see, and thank you, I happen to have a lot of practice." Isabelle teased, enjoying his charming little comments and smiles. If he had a haircut, or maybe just a good shampooing and brushing, and were cleaned up...Sirius would definitely be attractive, she was sure. "They're not practical, though, I wear them all the time and I'll make do if I have to." She wasn't here to complain, after all. She'd do whatever she had to with whatever she had to because that was the sort of person she was, and she had chosen to do this, anyway. "I swear the cloth is all your's when, or if, we find it, Sirius."
Izzy gave a playful cross in front of her heart before moving confidently, hoping that they would find cloth, at the very least.
"So, how big, exactly, is this hole in your wall?"