Isabella continued to look around and take in the new scenery when a voice called out to her. She took note of the young man that approached her with a wary eye. She wasn't naive. Not all people in life had honorable intentions and she wasn't about to be caught off guard. Wishing she had her bow instead of...well, nothing....she turned around and watched as he closed the last few yards to her. His clothing was odd, to say the least, but then again....she<strong>was</strong>wearing a dressing gown with a silk nightgown beneath. Who was<strong>she</strong>to talk about odd clothing?<br/><br/>His words were familiar....something of the English language but much, much different. If her knowledge was correct, he was greeting her...possibly. Still keeping a good distance between them, just in case, she spoke. " Bonjour....Je m'appelle Iz'abella...." She caught herself speaking her own tongue and had to visiably catch herself and translate her words into something he perhaps would understand. " Salutations...My name 'ez Iz'abella....Where are we prez'ently?"<br/><br/>The young woman's voice had a magical quality to it. It was soft and refined, but musical and poetic. Something certainly not of his particular time. If her voice hadn't given him enough of a clue, her wardrobe would have. There was something about her eyes though that made him feel as though perhaps she was as clueless as he was about what had happened and the situation they currently found themselves in.