Issac's laugh could be heard from down the midway, loud enough to make people turn his way. In the moment of distraction, the man's friends had disappeared from the line. Issac had made sure to implant ideas into their heads also to at least give Maddy a chance. He had built a strong wall in the man's head but he felt she needed the time to focus; multiple targets would be the next step after she did not tire so quickly.
The man turned back to her, his hand gesturing out. "That's all your kind does. I was at your show. It's all plants and fake bullshit." Again Issac snickered in her mind, 'I love when they say that. It amuses me to no end.'
"And yeah, maybe I am, but I'm stuck here until my friends feel like leaving." He retorted.