Isabel, by this point, was getting sick and tired of Sam always looking down at her and getting mad at her for things that were out of her control. Just because he liked to be a reckless asshole and put his life on the line didn't mean that he deserved to be scornful towards his allies at the drop of a hat. He didn't know her, he didn't understand her, he didn't know the slightest thing about what she went through or the battles she endured. If he wanted to act like that every time he had a brush with death, he was going to have a long, long career ahead of him as a member of the federation.<br/>"The people of Mandred would ruin that guy..."<br/><br/>Death was a daily event while Isabel was growing up, and the fear of it was frowned upon where she was from. That was why, even when there was a chance that she wouldn't have made it out, she had no hesitation whatsoever when she hit the self-destruct mechanism of her suit. It wasn't so much that she WANTED to die, it was just that she wasn't afraid of it, and she wasn't going to let it dictate her judgement when it came to making decisions that could potentially affect far more lives then herself.<br/><br/>She was tired of it by this point, honestly.