The push caught him off-guard, and he took a step back, even though she wasn't really strong enough to move him. Fuck. "Isaac? Fuck, no. This is fucking impossible."
There was no fucking way that Isaac was a girl. He stalked over next to where she stood, shying away slightly when he saw again how fucking small she was. It set him off-balance, looking down at her, all fucking delicate. Grabbing the firewhiskey, he poured it and drank it down, figuring he'd freshen his breath before Cap smelled it at work.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered, "How the fuck would I know? You fucked me hard enough to turn into a fucking girl? Shite, I didn't have anything to do with this. No fucking way would I turn you into a bloody girl."