Izzy shakes her head, unwilling to believe Serina.<span style="color: olive">"He's a good actor..s'about all he's good at." </span>She tilts Serinas head to the side inspecting the red marks closer.<span style="color: olive"> "You sure he didn't hurt you too bad? This looks like it stings.." </span><br/><br/>Izzy didn't mind her 'gift' when it came down to townies or harmless mischief, reading someone she worked with..or shit-cared about's mind was something totally different. There was always the danger of seeing 'too much' of worming her way in too far and being turned on. It wasn't that she was a coward, just that somethings were sacred. There was plenty that went on in her mind she'd hate for anyone to read.<span style="color: olive"> "C'mon, Sweetpea.." </span>she shakes her head as she retcons the poor choice in pet name.<span style="color: olive"> " Erm..Serina.Let's go someplace private an we'll discuss this."</span>Izzy gently tugs Serina's hand, leading the two of them back to her trailer.   They'd be safe there, and Enzo would still be around in an hour or so..and just as big a scum bag then as he was at that second. Izzy couldn't control what she saw, emotions, hidden feelings..if Serina was thinking it, she'd see it, and that was something that dictated a bit of privacy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>