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Isabella scowled and opened her mouth to say something else but then snapped it shut, remembering he had a gun. An array of words were running themselves off in her head and none of them were nice. Still, she did indeed stop talking for a moment and curled up, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. As a last minuet thought she took her knife out of her boot and zipped up her jacket, resting her head on her knees with a soft sigh. Feeling homesick already, stuck in a tree with a stranger. What a night.