Isabelle had been walking through the streets of London for a good while now, if someone asked if she was lost she would answer with a smile and would say to them.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"No, I'm just appreciating the sights." </span>But in all honesty, she was utterly lost but however wasn't all too bothered by it. She had been trying to travel from her job at a university, where she had been drafted to since the current science professor had retired, back to her home. She was currently clothed in a pair of jeans, a black shirt and a jacket, and was rather indistinguishable from a crowd. Speaking of which, she was currently in the middle of a rather large crowd of people, she assumed that they were all rather busily going about their business, so she didn't ask for directions...plus she was far too stubborn to do something like that, not matter just how lost she got herself.<br/><br/>She half considered using her power to try and make the searching quicker, but soon stopped the thought of it. People were never that pleased to see an esper of any kind, especially when they used their powers. It was odd behaviour in Isabelle's eyes, given just how much more effective an esper could be when compared to a normal person. Passing several shops and a café, she actually realized where she was currently located. She was but a street away from her home, rather than being half the city away like she was beginning to believe.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Finally."</span>She muttered, but she wouldn't go home just yet. Stopping herself, she proceeded in to the café just a few foot to her right. Ordering a drink, she waited a moment to receive it. When her requested beverage was served, she paid and took a seat outside the café, the weather was actually rather pleasant...which was odd for London, since rain seemed to be the dominant kind of weather all other England, not just here in London. But it wasn't much of a change from her home in North western France, the weather was remarkably similar to that.<br/><br/>On the other side of the road to the café and where Isabelle had taken a seat, were yet more buildings, but these seemed far older as the bricks that made them showed some visible wear and tear from the years.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Such an ancient city. The bricks themselves must be hundreds of years old."</span>She muttered quietly to herself, drawing the attention of a passing woman, who looked at her as if she was rather crazy due to her muttering...she wasn't far wrong, but she certainly wasn't right.