Isabel, despite how emotionally detached she was adjusted to being, couldn't help but be just the tiniest bit awestruck at just how huge and well settled in this "no town" place actually turned out to be. Considering the fact that her lifetime had consisted of little more then ruined cities, battlefields, and military bases, this was unlike anything that she had ever seen before in her life. Was... was this what regular civilian cities looked like? Was this what it was like to actually live on the outside? She looked around, dumbstruck for a few seconds at all the lights and life before she was able to snap herself back to reality and follow her crew to whatever location they were heading towards. She would simply content herself to remain as background decoration for now, not doing much or saying much until they arrived, at which point she would likely still remain rather quiet and subdued, even moreso then usual. She felt like a fish out of water here, all things considered, and she didn't feel particularly comfortable coming out of her shell just yet, even though it had developed a couple of tracks since she got assigned to the Gundam unit.<br/><br/>Of course, it seemed that her demeanor was fated to change when her commanding officer was suddenly intercepted and advanced upon by a woman wearing rather strange and revealing clothing. Isabel was entirely unaware of what the woman's job was, all she knew was that this lady was making William uncomfortable, his discomfort being about as bright as the neon lights and streetlamps that seemed to flood the city. Because of her lack of knowledge about what a brothel was, or what the people who worked there did for a living, at first she simply put on a look of confusion for a few seconds before she decided to step in, speaking in a meager voice. "... We don't know you, please get out of the way."<br/><br/>To the people that knew a little bit about Isabel by this point, they could potentially detect the small hint of insecurity and confusion in her voice, but to all 'outsiders', it would sound just as cold and emotionless as she typically sounded, the tone shift in her voice being minimal at best.<br/><br/>.......................................<br/><br/>Jillian's face got about as red as her hair when she suddenly heard Julia call out to her to give Catrina her own opinion on how the fellow ace pilot looked. Blessedly, Catrina pushed the subject along and the three were on the road well before she was able to form some kind of reasonable or understandable response for why she couldn't honor such a request. She often found herself wondering if Julia secretly knew about Jillian's expanded preferences, though the engineer never really seemed to show any obvious signs, there were a few small things she did from time to time that often made the redhead ace shudder or question her ability to keep said preferences a secret.<br/><br/>Catrina DID look amazing though, Jillian could hardly deny that as her comrade finally stepped out all dressed up. Compared to the other two (Julia not even wearing her dress yet), Jillian felt that she was actually significantly underdressed, enough to most certainly be noticed and frowned upon by any onlookers. She simply shook her head to throw those thoughts away and followed behind Julia, who she assumed would be something of a ringleader for the trio on this night. One of the amusing things that Jillian noted was that she and Catrina seemed to swap hair styles for the night, Jillian having put hers up in a ponytail while Catrina wore hers down. It was a thought that didn't linger long in her mind, but it lingered nonetheless.<br/><br/>When they arrived in "no town" and Julia slipped away to put on her dress, Jillian felt herself absolutely dumbstruck by the fancy black cocktail dress that seemed to hug her curves ever so lightly. Had Jillian been wearing some kind of jacket, she'd likely have hugged it closer over her shirt in an attempt to hide just how 'casual' she had opted to dress. Still, her pride refused to let her vocalize these concerns, and she did her best to hide her 'sore thumb' situation behind a bright smile and a pair of excited eyes. "Heh, I get the feeling that as soon as we get to the Blue Moon, you're gonna be spending the rest of the night sharing googley eyes with that boy toy if yours that you're always gushing about..."<br/><br/>She grinned, elbow-jabbing Catrina lightly in the stomach. "Don't worry though, I've basically made it my job to ensure that little Ms. Melodramatic over here cuts loose and has some fun tonight, with or without your help." ... Shit, she really could have phrased that better.<br/><br/>One internal conflict with her own snowballing imagination later, Jillian straightened up and made her way down the street with her two companions.