"Uhh ... tea? Black? No sugar." she responds, still not sure what to make of this sudden transition.

[i]Yes. Black, like my heart and sou- [/i]

[i]Shut up brain, this isn't the time for that! The mood is all off.

Guys, just wait until we have our journal back okay?[/i]

Isabelle gave her head a shake to clear it, relishing the image of those little internal Isabelles getting rattled around in there. Honestly, it felt that there was a non-zero chance that she had just fallen out of bed and smacked herself senseless. The disconnect between the peaceful, if solitary, walk on the streets of Akkar and ... whatever this is, really did feel like a dream brought on by stress and uncertainty.

[i]If you were still dreaming, it wouldn't be a [u]cat[/u] doing those gymnastics in front of you.[/i]

She shakes her head again, harder this time, before looking around and trying to take in more detail of her surroundings and captors.

"If you're not going to give me the usual threats, can I at least ask the standard questions?" Isabelle says, eventually. And yes, animes are definitely not allowed. And there is no secret playlist set up to cast to her glasses when on a run. No.

[i]No.

Nup.

Nope.[/i]

She shakes her head again.

"I mean, I'd love to know: who you are, where are you taking me, why are you taking me there and ... 

[i]Are you going to ravish me?[/i]

... are you going to ravish me?" she finishes, words out before she could stop them. 

If her hands were free, she would have facepalmed. Instead, she just adopted the requisite Expression and groaned.