"No one is picking me up, no matter how muscular you are," Isabeau said in a harsh, matter-of-fact voice, crossing her arms under her chest, pouting, not even sure if the words were directed at her, or at the red head and the ice queen on the coffin. "But I'm not leaving until you all do. I'm not going to go back, facing the fiends by myself." Isabeau approached the group around the coffin, her arms still crossed and her lips still pouting. "What a waste, though. All this way and no trace of...what was that bird thing...Valorfore" Isabeau shook her head, her walking path bringing her foot onto the cold and cracking coffin, adding more weight to the already struggling glass prison.

"But is anyone even going to bother why this crazy girl ran in here?" Standing on the glass, she pointed an accusatory finger down towards the dark haired woman. "You're here to DEFILE this place, aren't you? AREN'T YOU!" 

Isabeau stomped her foot down, unaware of the pressure already being exerted.