Isabel glanced up at him, blinking softly a few times in disbelief that he would suggest something of the sort. "I... I don't know..." her gaze dropped again, and she spoke in a bit of a softer voice then she did before. "I know I'm not normal, I'm not like the rest of you... I wonder what they'd think if they saw me..." Now that she was thinking about it, this was a matter that actually troubled her a great deal. Would they see her as some sort of heartless soldier? Would they treat her with the same contempt that everybody else did?<br/><br/>Though she now had at least one person she could talk to, she supposed.