Isi had wandered in at some point, the door had been open and well, an open door was an open invitation to the young woman. She would just suddenly and silently appear in places now and again, she seemed to take some kind of perverse delight in making people jump. It wasn't that she was trying to sneak either, she was just slight and quiet in moving by habit or instinct or genetics rather than design.<br/><br/>"What's all this cackle eh? Do me aunt nells's deceive me? Are you letting that sheep loving maniac near you with potions and unguents again? Bloody 'ell Cal, you do 'ave a death wish don't ya? Why don't we blag a proper quack next lump a mud eh?"<br/><br/>Isi's slang took some getting used to and she was always somewhat reluctant to explain it. She was however sporting a grin, clearly teasing. It was usually easy to tell if she didn't like you, under those circumstances she either tended to not be around, or just fade into the background. Teasing was, it seemed, reserved for people she actually liked.<br/><br/>She was short and thin and wiry and quite plain looking, which seemed to suit her. It made it easier for her to slip into places unnoticed. Though the plain looks could be changed quite easily, she actually could scrub up really well, and there was a very attractive young lady under all the brash and bravado, only Isi had learned at some point to keep her very well hidden. Tucked away under layers of bluster and front.<br/><br/>"Oh, look, if you two are after a quick charver, thats boneroo, I can be off and about it."