As the girls busied themselves, Issac slouched back onto the chair. His nerves tense and head swimming. Of all the symptoms of his abilities he had experienced in his life, since Rome they had increased tremendously. Some educated professionals might have said it was due to the trauma and that his unhealthy couping mechanism of ignoring all things in favour and covering issues with hedonistic tendencies, but then people like that did not see as deep of an ocean as was Issac's mind. All Cirque members had something wrong with them beyond their specialness, right?
Giggling at the hatchet Ana held up, Issac playfully bit at his bottom lip. "No one ever believes the crazy one!" He continued to chuckle in his deep tones. When Catherine touched her treasure, Issac unconsciously gave a sigh of relief. It no longer pulled at him, taunted him to drag the others, it was found and he could rest- for whatever rest he could get.
"Oooooo-" He paused, looking toward the stairs. "Uh, guys..." Ana would hear some employees chatting about going on break and starting toward the door.