Ysabel doesn't show any real reaction as the guy in the pink jacket talked. She briefly recognized the name Yakzov, but in no significant way. It sounded like any of the other names flung around by her former agents who worked in counter-espionage; if any had been assigned to handle whoever "Yakzov" was, Ysabel hadn't heard about it. She listened carefully to the guy as he talked, and she noted that "Hans" next to her was pretty surprised by that name. She got the point; Yakzov was purportedly dead. But considering that she'd been moved from her hotel room to wherever the hell this was, been stripped of her identification, and was in a room with a total stranger to whom the same thing had happened...well, the idea of a dead guy not really being dead didn't seem all that far-fetched. She'd see "Hans' " reaction later, she supposed, if and when they met this Yakzov guy.<br/><br/>She notes the noose around Mister Pink's neck, and she tries to get a feel for what kind of guy this is. Who would wear a noose willingly...while talking about people who were supposed to be dead? Ysabel collected what little she had with her in the hotel room, noting that her picture of her once-lover was still in her wallet...something that could keep her sane for a while at least...before giving a nod. She said,<strong>"Before we go...who are you, exactly? You have a name, or do you make a habit of being a mysterious knowledgeable stranger?"</strong>