Ysabel reacts somewhat irritably when her arm is grabbed. She hisses softly to Alexi,<strong>“Mind not touching me unless you're saving my life? Presumably we've touched enough already.”</strong>She sees no reason to inform him that she thinks nothing happened the night before. She had nothing to gain by being honest at the moment, and while she is grateful he points out the one he recognizes as Yazkov, she feels he could presumably select a more...suitable manner to tell her. As in....not in front of everyone. As it stands, the grabbing and whispering alone will look bad, at least in her mind.<br/><br/>But she dislikes being grabbed, and the corners of her mouth twitch in displeasure. The man obviously means well, but they couldn't get anywhere unless they got information. They had no real resources. They had no true contacts. If it is a more deadly trap, they would have already been killed, so she believes. As it stands, Ysabel has the strong impression of being stranded somewhere.<br/><br/>She is not one to normally be taken in my stray compliments, but Warburton has the decadent air of a man who'd lived well—and yet a man who is more honest than most. Although she does wonder if  he's had a drink, as drinks were offered to herself and her companions. She hopes her first impression is not wrong. She gives no overt sign that his compliment or the kiss of her hand affects her, but her normally steely eyes soften in response to the flattery. But her face is stoic, as usual. She takes a place by Archibald, and if there is room, she signals Alexi to sit on her other side. But she does say, quietly,<strong>"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Warburton."</strong><br/><br/>After getting comfortable, Ysabel smiles and says,<strong>“Either I smell something to eat in the distance, or I smell a job offer, Mr. Yazkov. Am I right?”</strong>