"My appearance?" Isobel said in response to Luther, settling a look on him, her head tilted slightly to the side. "I don't think you and I have ever met. So you don't know what I'm supposed to look like." She didn't give him another look after that, turning her attention back towards Archer, looking up towards him as he spoke.
His words were the truth, and logically, she knew that he made sense, but right now, she didn't want sense. She didn't want logic. She wanted...
Isobel didn't know what she wanted. But people standing there, in her own living room, telling her she needed 'help'? That wasn't it. And maybe that was the reason for her outburst as she narrowed her gaze at him. "People that can help me. You think I'm crazy, don't you? You must also think I'm made of money. I can't afford to go someplace, Jasper. That's just how it is. So I'll... figure it out on my own." She pushed a hand back through her hair and stormed off, moving towards the bathroom with every intention of locking herself in there until they gave up and left.
"Besides. I haven't visited you since last weekend, Jasper. So maybe I've gotten better in that time. Hmm?" For as haggard as she had gotten, it hadn't seemed to affect her temper, which was rearing it's ugly, ugly head right then.