Isabelle smiles pleasantly, pouring herself a glass of white zinfandel. "Do you drink, dear? I don't think we've had much of a chance to talk...I don't really spend a lot of time with my neighbors. Not that I have anything against you, I'm just a bit busy...too busy, judging by today's events." she says, looking at you closely. Her face begins to look concerned.<br/><br/>"You look a little shaken up, dear. Is there anything I can do to help? If you have any questions about what happened today, I can try to answer them. Or is it something else? I don't want to offend you, but I know that it can be a bit difficult for people of your...background to find their spot in a community."