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Isabella took the information in and put two and two together very quickly. Her hesitance to speak made it clear that she was thinking about his words carefully, eyes shifting to the fire rather then his gaze while she thought. He was formal, strait forward as if reading from a book and she wondered how many times before the elder vampire had sat down with other newborns and had this conversation. So... whoever had done this to her made the choice before hand, singled her out and attacked her deliberately. It just didn't add up. "My maker... why would someone do that and then leave? If its deliberate does that mean they had a reason? I don't even understand why someone would want to... make more. Is the population very large in this city? You said usually deliberate, so does that mean I could have been a... mistake?"
As she spoke Isabella seemed unable to sit still, although she did not often leave his eyes her hands fidgeted around. She brushed a lock of hair over her shoulder and then pulled it back again, playing with it, skimming her fingers through it, all of this absent-mindedly. Her body language did not say nervous, but was still pointing towards rather uncomfortable because in all honesty they had been in the basement for a very long time -to her standards, any more then an hour was too long to be in one place- and despite the much needed answers to her questions Isabella was wondering in the back of her mind when she would be able to leave.
What ever his reply, half of it was lost as the question surfaced and caused her to lean forward slightly, scanning his eyes for a moment. Her mind always worked on a very fast pace, acting in the moment and speaking what ever came up. She wasn't sure if now was a good time to ask it as he was explaining all this information she needed to know. However it was bothering Isabella, distracting her from thinking about much more, even the questions she had asked a moment ago and demanded answers too. They seemed less important now. The room with although nice now seemed a bit tight for her tastes, she rubbed her arm thinking about what to say when he finished whatever reply given to her previous questions and ignoring any questions he had asked in return. Even though her posture was suggesting she was calm her tone was not. "When will I be able to leave here? I understand that before I didn't know the rules but I mean... I can behave myself now."
Isabella knew this wasn't necessarily true, as stated before -and slightly regretted it upon learning the man in front of her did not share the tendencies- she knew her control in situations with humans on the streets was limited. It wasn't necessarily the thirst or choice to do so, just natural instinct that had caused a bigger mess then originally thought. Still, the girls self pride and confidence had already convinced herself that she would be able to control it- when needed. Half of it was also not wanting to be kept here any longer then preferred.
As she spoke Isabella seemed unable to sit still, although she did not often leave his eyes her hands fidgeted around. She brushed a lock of hair over her shoulder and then pulled it back again, playing with it, skimming her fingers through it, all of this absent-mindedly. Her body language did not say nervous, but was still pointing towards rather uncomfortable because in all honesty they had been in the basement for a very long time -to her standards, any more then an hour was too long to be in one place- and despite the much needed answers to her questions Isabella was wondering in the back of her mind when she would be able to leave.
What ever his reply, half of it was lost as the question surfaced and caused her to lean forward slightly, scanning his eyes for a moment. Her mind always worked on a very fast pace, acting in the moment and speaking what ever came up. She wasn't sure if now was a good time to ask it as he was explaining all this information she needed to know. However it was bothering Isabella, distracting her from thinking about much more, even the questions she had asked a moment ago and demanded answers too. They seemed less important now. The room with although nice now seemed a bit tight for her tastes, she rubbed her arm thinking about what to say when he finished whatever reply given to her previous questions and ignoring any questions he had asked in return. Even though her posture was suggesting she was calm her tone was not. "When will I be able to leave here? I understand that before I didn't know the rules but I mean... I can behave myself now."
Isabella knew this wasn't necessarily true, as stated before -and slightly regretted it upon learning the man in front of her did not share the tendencies- she knew her control in situations with humans on the streets was limited. It wasn't necessarily the thirst or choice to do so, just natural instinct that had caused a bigger mess then originally thought. Still, the girls self pride and confidence had already convinced herself that she would be able to control it- when needed. Half of it was also not wanting to be kept here any longer then preferred.