Isabel simply gave Zame a curious glance when he sat on his shortsword. Of course, while she didn't laugh she did manage a tiny smirk that would be hidden from sight, she did find the act mildly amusing, if more belittling towards her comrade then anything else. "You'll forgive me for not taking life advice from a man who forgets where his own weapons are." Of course, while he may not have entirely read it as such, since her voice was just as neutral and plain as ever, that was actually a very small stab at something of a joke for her.