"Own you?" Isabel was taken aback that the thought had even crossed the girl's mind. That was one of the craziest things she'd ever heard. Owning someone just because she offered them an invitation to stay at the Sanctuary. How absurd. What on Earth could had prompted such a question? Granted, she didn't know anything about the girl's past, where such an issue might have cropped up somewhere, but as far as she knew slavery wasn't big in New York.

"Uh, no. I'm not really collecting mutants at the moment," she replied, giving a bit of a grin to show she was joking. Kind of. The Order collected mutants, after all, but not in a master/slave sort of way. She recruited, but she didn't capture. She'd cultivated a deep hatred for any kind of forced servitude after certain events she'd been subjected to.

She could see why wariness of payment might be in the young woman's head, though. Especially if she didn't even have sufficient enough funds to feed herself. "It's a mutant safe house. We don't charge our residents for living there," she tried to assure her.

There were of course other methods of payment that could be used, should the girl seem like she could be useful and insist upon paying. The Order could always use an extra set of hands. That could wait for a later time, though. Lori was really the one that should make the final decision, should she happen to run into the potential resident along the way. There was still trust to be built up, if the girl ended up staying in the first place. All that nitty gritty stuff could work itself out over time.

"The Sanctuary's funded by a pharmaceutical company run by one of the residents. We don't need to collect rent from everyone to keep the place up and running." She turned slightly, wanting to make her way back home before her bruised areas began aching too much and it'd become more uncomfortable to hoof it back to her home. "You don't have to stay there if you don't want to. You can always just pop in now and again to grab a bite to eat or snag a room for the night. It's up to you."

Ashley was visibly relived as Isabel gave her answer. Even if she would have been anchored, the life on the streets thing was getting to her. She was tired, hungry and she knew that living the way she did would be no way to find the person she came to New York to find. She needed other ways to get to the mutant that ruined her life, resources that actually helped instead of just 'looking' and finding nothing. She had considered it the first time she met Amber, but now she thought she would have actually been this girl's slave...servant, whatever, if it meant that she could at least get on her feet enough to find her target.

>>"The Sanctuary's funded by a pharmaceutical company run by one of the residents. We don't need to collect rent from everyone to keep the place up and running. You don't have to stay there if you don't want to. You can always just pop in now and again to grab a bite to eat or snag a room for the night. It's up to you."

Ashley watched Isabel turn around (her eyes suddenly drawn south for some inexplicable reason) and began to follow her, snapping her eyes off to he side and at the VERY interesting ground. The blush she had fought off so hard as Isabel talked came back with an amazing intensity. She followed Isabel's strong walk back up the alley and towards the park in silence, looking around her as she did so. The day was still a bit nippy but it wasn't too bad, and Ashley thought that maybe Isabel had taken Ashley's following of her as a wordless agreement to take a look at the Sanctuary.

It was odd for silence to reign over anything for Ashley. She had turned off her iPod and let her headphones swing in her hand as she walked behind the brunette, letting the cool air and sounds of the city wash over her. She did this from time to time to remind herself that there were sounds beyond her music, even if she didn't listen. It was also rare that Ashley ever got to observe her surroundings as much because almost every waking moment was spent looking for food or information.

But that wasn't to say her powers of observation weren't used, just a tad rusty. So when Ashley caught sight of the now familiar colors of white, pale green and gray (colors that Ashley would probably forever associate with Isabel) she came to a halt. She backed up and, in an alley dumpster, saw what appeared to be a magazine or some such thing hanging from the lid of the huge dumpster. She walked towards it, cocking her head as she looked and peeled the thing from the trash, looking at the cover.

It was Isabel.

She didn't really know how to react. If she had never met the bonemancer she wouldn't have ever given this thing a second glance. But upon meeting her (she left an impression, that one) Ashley thought that she would forever remember the brunette, no matter what. So it was with great shock that when she opened it (it was a calendar) she saw pictures of her companion in various provocative poses in what appeared to be a strange looking bikini. So shocked was she (really!) that she continued to flip through the pages, absorbing ever pose and picture to memory. And the only thing she could think of was...

“Wow...”

What were the odds?

Isabel didn't hear any agreement from the girl, but she didn't hear her decline the offer, either. The soft pad of feet behind her gave her the hint that she was being followed, though. Something had struck the girl's interest at least. If she decided she didn't want to room at the Sanctuary permanently, then there was at least the possibility she'd drop by now and again and the place would grow on her. Things could work out well enough.

When the padding stopped, she wasn't too concerned over it. Like before, she assumed Rhythm would be tired and might still be a bit unsteady on her feet, so a stop now and then might occur. It was whatever the girl had said that caused her to pause.

She slowed and glanced over her shoulder with the intention to ask the girl to repeat herself, not having caught what she'd said. Catching a glimpse of something the other young woman was flipping through, she stopped moving all together and just stared.

Posters and magazine ads she'd seen before, but calendars had to be one of the newer additions in the series. And there was no mistaking the contents of that calendar. When one sees oneself in that kind of predicament in print, it's almost impossible to mistake it for something else.

The sort of calm she'd fallen into was immediately boiled away as her anger spiked back up. She quickly stomped over to where Rhythm was standing and snatched the calendar out of her hands, fuming as she flipped through it.

There were a few pictures in there she hadn't yet seen. She hadn't even realized the culprit had managed to snap enough photos to fill a whole calendar. "I'm going to kill him!" she shrieked, immediately proceeding to rip the pictures to shreds. It looked like she'd be out a few more times to see which businesses were dumb enough to keep those things in stock and thoroughly ruin what merchandise they had.

With a huff she started stomping off toward the Sanctuary again, paying little attention to whether or not Rhythm was following, lashing out now and then at whatever was nearby. She was a little too preoccupied with the lovely thoughts of how many ways she could kill the photographer. She'd led him to the Sanctuary, too, and she assumed he'd drop by there at some point in the future. She'd get her chance at revenge eventually.

Well, Ashley couldn't say she didn't see that coming.

She knew (from personal experience) that Isabel could go from furious to calm in a matter of minutes. She only figured that going from zero to murder in a second flat was part of the overall package the brunette offered. So it was to no surprise to the redhead when Isabel stomped over, looked at the calendar and proceeded to tear it apart after threatening to kill someone.

Ashley felt sincerely sorry for whoever that was.

The only downside was now it seemed like Isabel had completely forgotten about Ashley herself. That wasn't anything new to Ashley, as she was used to being able to slip away unnoticed. But this time she felt like maybe she was going to be contributing to a murder (having seen the very provocative poses Isabel had been in, something she obviously didn't like) and wanted to maybe...help? It was a thought, but another inclination (that just occurred to her) was that maybe there WAS no way for Ashley to help, and Isabel was going to murder who she wanted no matter WHAT anyone said.

“H-hey...” Ashley stuttered as she sprinted after Isabel (who was walking like she stole something) and managed to catch up and slow down to a fast walk to match the brunette's speed. “I'm sorry. Those pictures...they were...nice.”

And nice they were. Still, maybe putting a spin on it would help calm the other girl down. She thought the various posing and strong, yet somehow still vulnerable look Isabel was sporting in those pictures fit her very well, almost like she had a hidden side that very few people have or would ever see. And while her posing was provocative and probably the focus of attention to most, the one thing Ashley would never forget were her eyes.

They were the same, no doubt about that. They were eyes of a romantic, Ashley mused, or someone who sometimes confused her own daydreams with reality, often setting her own emotions warring. Ashley;s interpretation of it was very limited (she knew) but they were very thoughtful eyes, and it as something Ashley wished to get to know better. Having no real friends (unless Andrew or Lydia counted her as a friend, as she did count them as one) she thought that if someone could reel in their usual homicidal tenancies to help a person out in need (despite stealing their wallet) then maybe that was a person that was worth getting to know.

“Isabel...” Ashley called out, reaching out to touch the woman's shoulder. “You're...mad? Why?”

Isabel gave a little snort of disagreement at the comment about the pictures being nice. Nice was absolutely not the word she'd pick to describe them. Horrible, awful, horrendous, mortifying, anything else along those lines were so much more fitting. And all of them giving her reason enough to tear that man apart when she next got her hands on him. And this time she wouldn't be returning the limbs she stole from him.

The comment did, however, remind her that the other young woman was still trailing along after her. She wasn't spared a whole lot of attention for the time being, though. If nothing else the positive comment about the pictures only encouraged her temper. She kicked over a trashcan and stomped her way across whatever contents fell in her path.

She was tempted to go on her little property destruction spree immediately, but with a person in tow it probably wouldn't be the best idea. Firstly Rhythm could get in the way or might not be able to keep up at all once Isabel let her rage do the steering. Without a doubt the cops would be on her tail shortly after she got started and she doubted the other girl was as bulletproof as she was. It wouldn't be any good losing a potential Orderling before she even had the chance to get recruited.

A vague sound was given as a reply when her name was called before she turned her head to glance at the girl after the shoulder tap. "Damn right I'm mad," she huffed, continuing on her way back home, though slowing up a little so Rhythm could keep up more easily.

"Those pictures were taken without my permission, as were my clothes," she stated, shuddering at the memory of that particular fight. "Some mutant jackass made something vanish every time he fell into me. One minute I'm making a break for it to get away from a mutie gone wild, and the next thing I know I have to make myself some kind of covering."

He was so dead when she found him. So, so dead. "I tore the bone out of his arm for some of that. I had to give it back, though. Next time I'm taking something important and burning it." If she managed to get close enough to do so and keep her dignity next time.

The response wasn’t quite what Ashley had expected. A mutant that could make clothes vanish? That sounded...horrible. The redhead shuddered at the thought. Despite all this, Ashley couldn't help but feel a tad responsible for Isabel's upcoming rampage. She did, after all, find that calendar that had sent the brunette into her current rage and someone, somewhere, was in trouble because of it. Having recently just gotten out of being murdered by the young woman, Ashley was sympathetic to Isabel's next target.

“But, umm....” Ashley fumbled for a moment. “Maybe not kill? Maybe...maim?”

After blurting out the comment she stopped herself from saying more. She remembered the civil intro Isabel had given when she gave out her name, calling herself the resident cop killer. Someone who called themselves that must be pretty confident in their own abilities, and going to jail and being locked up was probably not high on their list of things to worry about. But the side of Ashley that nagged at her that a life was at stake couldn't help but try and convince Isabel that maybe her current crusade wasn't worth it.

She kept her mouth shut, though. In truth Ashley was aching and all she wanted to do was rest. The chase and fight with the fearsome Isabel had take a lot out of her. Her fists and feet ached from hitting the bone manipulator, something Ashley figured happened to everyone that fought the girl one on one. She was just happy that nothing of her own was broken from essentially hitting bone straight on like that. And so Ashley kept her mouth shut, wanting nothing more at that moment than what Isabel has promised; a place to rest, eat and possibly take a shower.

She would try and convince Isabel to not murder someone once they were at Sanctuary.

...hopefully.

Isabel quirked a brow at Rhythm's alternative to murder. Well, yeah she was going to maim him. She'd planned to cut of his fingers and burn those as quickly as possible and then just go from there. If he happened to die of blood loss or something during those maimings, then so be it. Accidents happen.

Still, it was a bit surprising that the girl had offered such an alternative. Most people were against that sort of violence all together. It was a pleasant sort of surprise. Maybe she would turn out to be Order material, after all. No one ever said the Faction members had to kill, they just had to be willing to get their hands a little dirty. A thief with little objection to an occasional maiming could come in handy.

"I don't even know where the hell he is most of the time," she grumbled, taking a tun and relaxing slightly as the Golden Doors came into view. Almost home. "He's lucky that's the case. He's probably around the Sanctuary at least some of the time, but other than that I dunno what he's up to. Probably torturing a small child somewhere o something."

Pushing through one of the large doors, she gave a small nod to Lisa where she sat at her desk, as per usual. She probably slept there or something. At least no one could call her uncommitted.

Without bothering to give Rhythm a tour or have Lisa set one up for her, she made her way toward the kitchen, wanting to find herself a bit of a distraction form the murderous intent directed at a man she didn't know the location of. The Sanctuary had been through a number of repairs, so damage to a home for mutants wasn't all that unexpected, but she didn't want to contribute to it for something as simple as a minor temper tantrum.

Rummaging through the tall cabinets that the smaller younger kids weren't likely to reach, or at least couldn't reach while anyone was looking, she sifted around for a bottle of vodka. She didn't usually drink, especially after certain incidents involving a Giant and berating that same mutant for all his excessive drinking, but she felt she needed one. Or two. Or maybe half a dozen.

Ashley only half listened to her partner as she was led to the Sanctuary before being brought inside. In truth she really didn't have any expectations for the place but it was rather impressive. Of course, anything that provided shelter for her was good in her book and this was no exception. They walked for a short time before Isabel led her directly into the kitchen, and in that instant Ashley almost cried her hunger was so great. And even though she felt like devouring everything in the fridge, she contained herself. Eating with one's eyes was a bad thing. Her usual diet wasn't all that much anyways, and eating something drastically different would probably be worse for her body in the long run.

So she watched calmly as Isabel reached up into the cabinets, a slight whimper escaping her lips as she observed Isabel searching for food that wasn't anywhere near the fridge. Her hopes dropped even more as she saw the bottle in Isabel's hand. She recognized the bottle, having spent much time around the homeless who drank their nights away and raised an eyebrow. Isabel certainly didn't seem the drinking type. Well, Ashley corrected herself, she didn't seem the drinking type because she was already angry enough as it was, and anger was the only emotion Ashley saw when it came to the beverage Isabel was holding.

“Ummm...Isabel?” Ashley questioned, putting a finger to her lips before cocking her head. “You...drink? Why?”

After her mind was wiped after her mutation took effect, Ashley knew damn near nothing. Whistler had taught her the ways of Muay Thai and martial arts in general, and one could say that Ashley grew up in the art. So while Whistler never forbid her from any kind of alcohol, she just never felt the need. Your body is your temple, he repeated over and over, and Ashley never wanted to disappoint him. So, she stayed away. He also said that none of his fighters ever drank, preferring to respect their bodies as well. That wasn't to say they NEVER partook in the drink, just not everyday, all the time.

Isabel was a fighter like nothing Ashley had ever fought up against, not even that metal mutant. So maybe she was a little disappointed when she saw the brunette pull that bottle out with the clear and obvious intention to drink a glass, if not the whole thing. The girl was still radiating anger and frustration, and Ashley could also tell that her inability to find the person/mutant that took those pictured in the calendar was making her even angrier. Warrior or not, the girl needed to let off some steam, and who was Ashley to argue?

“You...need company?”

Isabel settled herself onto one of the counters, crossing one ankle over the other and debating over using a glass or not. With a small shrug to herself, she decided she wouldn't bother. She'd already settled down and if she wasn't counting the number of times she refilled a glass, maybe whatever amount she decided to drink wouldn't seem like so much.

She glanced over at Rhythm as she unscrewed the cap, taking a swig of the bottle's contents before deciding to answer. "I don't want to think about that jackass and the pictures he's leaked all over the place," she replied. There was also the Giant that had been brought to mind that she was still miffed at and would rather not think about. That would only feed her temper. "What better for a some temporary memory loss than a little booze?"

There wasn't much else she could think to do to get her mind off the issues. She was too wound up to sit still and occupy herself with books or games or anything, and she wasn't nearly tired enough to sleep just yet. She could go out and toy with the NYPD for a bit, but with the new kid in the Sanctuary it would probably be better to stick around and help her out if she needed it.

She gave another shrug to the offer of company. "Up to you what you wanna do. Stay, go, do whatever you want." She downed another mouthful of alcohol, trying not to make too much of a face as it burned its way down her throat. She really wasn't much of a drinker, but she was pissed and there it was. Spite for the Giant might have factored into it somewhere. "You said you were hungry earlier. We're in the kitchen and we don't charger for anything. Have at it."

So...Isabel was hurt.

If the brunette was anything like her, she'd never admit to it. Isabel was the type who would rather drown in her own misery then have to tell anyone about anything regarding their own personal feelings. Ashley thought that was a bit unfair, really. Sure, it all started out with Ashley stealing from the girl in front of her, followed by an awesome foot chase leading into an battle that Ashley honestly thought she was going to lose, but that wasn't something that Isabel seemed to be taking into consideration at the moment, and instead seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind.

Instead, it was the pictures.

For a brief moment Ashley wondered how the current path she was on would be different if she had never let the curiosity inside get the best of her. Maybe Isabel would still be slightly warm and pleasant, as Ashley was sure she was when minimal people were looking. But no, she had to go look and Isabel now was looking more and more like one of the homeless people Ashley saw on a regular basis the more she drank. Yeah, it was kinda hurtful, she thought to herself, because she knew Isabel was above all that if only she could find someone she could lean on.

So it was without a moment's hesitation that Ashley snapped her hand out just as Isabel was going o take another gigantic gulp. She put the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back, taking a few huge chugs before slamming the bottle back down on the table, her throat burning to the point of tears burning in her eyes. She slid the bottle a bit away before she slowly put her hand up to her head, taking off her headphones and laying them on the counter. She was dizzy, oh so dizzy but instead of being panicked Ashley felt...good. Oddly good. Maybe there was something to this drinking thing after all.

She slowly looked up and into Isabel's eyes, her cheeks slightly red from the sudden rush of alcohol and a unexpected blush. “Heh...indirect kiss.” She giggled.

Isabel wasn't fully paying attention to the other young woman. She afforded her enough to keep an eye on where she was, since the girl didn't seem to be moving much, and what she said, but that was about it. Her head was still swimming with the images in that damned calendar and she was taking to the booze with a vengeance in an attempt to blur them out.

She didn't pay much mind when Rhythm finally did move, anticipating that she'd be after the various cabinets and the fridge looking for something to eat. But instead it was apparently the booze she was after. It was probably safe to assume he girl would be staying.

She started to protest but instead decided to just sit back and watch the girl chug like a champ before slamming the bottle down. She gave a bit of a wince, glad the glass container was thick enough to withstand at least that much abuse. She didn't feel like cleaning up vodka and glass off the counter and floor. Not only was it a pain, it was a waste, and she didn't know exactly how much booze the kitchen had to offer after that particular bottle was gone.

And then there was the comment about the indirect kiss. She blanched, at a bit of a loss as to what she could say in reply to that. In the end she decided not to put too much thought into it. If the girl's stomach was empty enough to steal over, then the booze would be hitting her fairly fast. She could blame a comment like that on the vodka. "You, uh, you might wanna eat at least a little something before you have too much more. Drinking on an empty stomach isn't the best idea." Subject change, ahoy.

Well...this was a new sensation.

Her thoughts jumbled around her head and she could barley keep them straight. One of those thoughts was that maybe chugging the bottle of whatever alcohol Isabel was drinking probably wasn't the brightest idea she'd ever had. Of course Whistler had always told Ashley that she was a few forks short of a fondue set, so she paid that thought no mind. Besides, she wasn't drinking for her, no sir! She was drinking with her new friend in her time of need. Was there no greater, no more noble cause? Ashley didn't think so. Or, rather, she didn't know. Or care!!

The second thought was that she was warm. Really warm. The trenchcoat came off in seconds, haphazardly tossed aside as she took the bottle from Isabel and took another swig, her hazy gray eyes still locked onto Isabel's chocolate orbs. After she (blindly) put the bottle back in Isabel's hand she decided that, hey!! They were friends right? And it wasn't like she was going to be naked or anything. So off went the wife beater. Her sports bra was still on, and it kept all the important parts in place so no one could see much. Besides, she was (in her mind) far too muscular for anyone to really look at her seriously to ever even CONSIDER taking her.

The third thought was god DAMN Isabel looked good. Well, she knew that before. She was a strong woman with a ferocious personality and quite frankly whatever guy ended up with her would be lucky. Sure, she killed cops and maimed people, but everyone had their quirks, right? Ashley nodded, her lidded eyes staring straight into Isabel's as she took the bottle from the brunette and began to drink, her eyes still zoned in onto those cocoa colored eyes as Ashley inserted a thumb into her overly baggy pants and began to fumble with her belt buckle.

It really WAS hot in here...

Well then, food be damned. Isabel couldn't help but smirk a bit as the bottle was snatched back again and the girl continued to consume its contents. She was starting to feel a little light headed herself. Her own stomach wasn't exactly loaded with a recent meal and she didn't make a habit of having a drink after a long day of slaughtering, so it wouldn't take much to put her over the edge, either.

She took another drink when the bottle was somewhat sloppily placed back in her grip before it was snatched away again. Rhythm was really starting to hit it hard. With a small sound of defeat, she surrendered the bottle, shifting around to kneel on the counter and rummage through the cabinets again to find another to claim or herself.

And there was one, shoved waaay in the back corner of one of the cabinets. Someone had probably hidden it there, but she didn't particularly care. It was hers now. Popping the cap on that one, she tilted it back and took a long pull as she settled back down onto her previous perch.

Kicking her boots and socks off, she wiggled her toes and swung her legs a bit back and forth. On top of light headed, she was feeling much calmer, he anger gradually melting off as the aggravating thoughts from earlier became harder to concentrate on, just as she'd hoped.

When she finally realized how quickly Rhythm was shedding layers, her already reddened face went even redder. She hadn't quite expected that kind of reaction to the drinks. And the intensity with which the girl seemed to be staring at her made her shift a bit uncomfortably. What on Earth was all that about?

She panicked just a little bit upon seeing the fumbling over the belt buckle. Hoping off the counter, she stuffed her socks into her boot and then picked the shoes up, griping them in one hand and the bottle under one arm after screwing the cap back on.

"Uh, hey," she started, hoping to distract the girl long enough to stop her from stripping her pants off as well. "Why don't we find you a room before you end up totally naked or something? Better for you to be behind closed doors for that kind of thing." With a small 'follow me' gesture, she made her way toward a section of the Sanctuary lined with doors leading to rooms, aiming to find a vacant one. "So long as it's empty, it's yours to stake a claim on."

While the girl was busy picking out a room, she'd fumble to undo a few buttons of her shirt, starting at the bottom. She was starting to feel a little hot, and a bit of a breeze on her stomach when she moved would feel nice. Plus, when she stood still the fabric would fall back into place and the undone buttons shouldn't be too noticeable. The Sanctuary was a safe place on top of that. So long as Hull wasn't around, she should be fine. She'd be able to get back to her room soon enough where she could lock the door and be as drunk as she liked.

Ashley barley heard a word the buxom brunette said, content with just the bottle in her hand and following those sashaying hips to wherever they were going. At the moment Isabel was the snake charmer and Ashley was the snake; she was utterly and hopelessly hypnotized by Isabel's every move. However she DID hear Isabel tel her to claim a room, so long as it was empty, so she could crash out for the night or some such thing. Ashley giggled. Isabel was such a silly girl if she thought Ashley was going to sleep anywhere but next to her little murdering goddess tonight.

It was then that Ashley observed something that seemed to click that button in her head to “Go For It”. Isabel, apparently in the same boat as Ashley in terms of feeling slightly hot, began to unbutton her shirt from the bottom up. Ashley only caught a glimpse of Isabel's form stomach, a literal growl ripping from her throat as she somehow regained enough of her equilibrium to stalk to her prey (Isabel? Prey? What?!) and wrap her arms around her, her hands immediately going to the brunette's stomach and rubbing her stomach, relishing the contact more then she could have ever imagined.

It had been awhile since her music had played and so the side effect of that power wasn't in play. No burning, no pain...nothing. Pure, unadulterated contact with another human being was a high for Ashley to which the likes she thought she'd never feel again. How could she? Using strength she didn't have Ashley turned Isabel around and pushed her, slamming her against the wall and diving into the brunette’s neck, growling like an animal as she suddenly fell to her knees, her forehead resting on Isabel's stomach and hands on the bonemancer's oh so lovely hips.

She could have stayed like this forever, and gods only knew why Isabel hadn't fought back at this point. But if Ashley's life had taught her anything it was that if something good was happening, don't take time to ponder it. Grab it, take it and enjoy every last second because before you knew it...it was gone, and nothing was ever as bad as regretting something, TRYING something, taking that bloody chance and saying 'Screw it!' to the rest of the world. Ashley lifted her head up slightly, her face pressed gently against Isabel's stomach, her lips kissing it for a moment...

Before, with a glint in her eye, Ashley's teeth found the zipper to Isabel’s pants and began to pull it down.

Okay, so apparently her attempt at subtlety when it came to her buttons hadn't worked out quite as well as she'd hoped it would. She nearly dropped her boots and had to scramble to save the bottle as Rhythm's body crashed into hers from behind, a surprised sort of squeak escaping her with the sudden impact. The boots and bottle nearly slipped again at the realization that, rather than an accidental collision or a clumsy hug or something, there were hands running over her stomach very purposefully.

She probably should have seen this coming, what with the other girl stripping and stuff in the kitchen. Some people got kind of wild and touchy when they had a few drinks in them. Rhythm appeared to be that kind of drunk. Isabel quickly uncapped her bottle again and took another sip of her drink, assuming she'd be able to walk again in a minute.

And apparently she assumed wrong. She nearly spit her mouthful out when she was suddenly swung around and stuck against one of the walls. She coughed once or twice once she'd managed to swallow, some of the alcohol having slipped down the wrong tube.

A startled sound snaked out of her as the other young woman went for her neck and then back to her stomach when she dropped. What the hell was going on? She just kind of stared down at the other girl, utterly confused and breathing a bit hard.

She was confused about the sudden assault, but also she was confused as to why such contact felt as nice as it did. She wasn't used to being handled in such a way. Sure, she'd kissed and been kissed before, but this was something a little different. People were only ever rough with her when they were fighting her. To have it mixed with this other kind of attention was very strange to her.

An "Urk!"and a new wave of panic hit her when her zipper also became a victim. She relinquished her hold on her bottle of alcohol, letting it drop with a heavy thud and spill whatever little was left inside it in favor of reaching down to grip the waist of her pants.

"I uhm... I mean you... ah, finding a room.." she tried, wanting to distract the other girl from her current endeavor. Maybe once she'd found a room she'd be wrapped up enough in exploring it that all this weirdness would be forgotten for the moment. If that were the case Isabel could slip back out to find her own room again and try to make sense of this whole thing.