She didn't say another word as she was ushered into the SUV, only nodding briefly when Archer spoke to her. Crawling in, she curled up against the door, pulling her legs up towards her chest and hugging them there, her forehead pressed against the window as she watched the world pass them by outside. Isobel had only wanted to help, and it seemed it hadn't worked in the slightest.
Eyes fell shut halfway there, bare feet curling against the edge of the seat, and if one were to look closely, they would see the tears that wet her cheeks. As the SUV came to a stop, she didn't make a move, but there was a murmur of assent at Archer's words when he left to speak with someone inside.