Isabel was very conscious of Dean behind her as he guided her through the bunker. Perhaps flirting hadn't been a suitable cover for sorting out his hair, especially as the others seemed to be returning to normal without any intervention. She still felt uncomfortable about revealing her abilities to these people though, friendly though they seemed. Naturally there was some suspicion of her, but half of Isabel thought she could trust them.
The other half of her remained her usual cautious self.
Still, she couldn't be cold to this guy now, it wouldn't look right. Maybe later. It wasn't until they'd parted at the women's bathroom - Isabel with a suitably friendly smile - that she realised she'd lost her wedding ring. In private she could afford to cry over that. What if Jesse was...
"Don't even think that, Isabel Evans!" she chided herself in the mirror, wiping tears away from her eyes. "He is not dead. You can find a way off this island and you can find Jesse and Max and Michael and the others."
She ran water and stripped, luxuriating in the shower as it washed the dirt off. It didn't do so much good for her clothes, but she'd learned how to spruce up her appearance with her powers years ago, and it was the work of moments to get rid of the more stubborn marks. She had to put the clothes back on damp, as drying them would have been far too much of a giveaway, but fortunately they weren't the kind which became transparent when wet. That would have made the situation with Dean absolutely impossible.
Feeling much better now that she was properly clean, Isabel opened the door to venture back to the cafeteria.
[Isabel] Hello (tag Dean, open)
The other half of her remained her usual cautious self.
Still, she couldn't be cold to this guy now, it wouldn't look right. Maybe later. It wasn't until they'd parted at the women's bathroom - Isabel with a suitably friendly smile - that she realised she'd lost her wedding ring. In private she could afford to cry over that. What if Jesse was...
"Don't even think that, Isabel Evans!" she chided herself in the mirror, wiping tears away from her eyes. "He is not dead. You can find a way off this island and you can find Jesse and Max and Michael and the others."
She ran water and stripped, luxuriating in the shower as it washed the dirt off. It didn't do so much good for her clothes, but she'd learned how to spruce up her appearance with her powers years ago, and it was the work of moments to get rid of the more stubborn marks. She had to put the clothes back on damp, as drying them would have been far too much of a giveaway, but fortunately they weren't the kind which became transparent when wet. That would have made the situation with Dean absolutely impossible.
Feeling much better now that she was properly clean, Isabel opened the door to venture back to the cafeteria.