Laurel & Isabelle
Laurel knows it's Issy almost immediately. The mask, yes -- colors! -- and the voice. She feels a bit better in that instant, because it's a friend she knows for sure, and -- it's grounding, maybe? Things have started to feel kind of unreal in the last hour or so. All those charmed faces. The guy with the strange voice.
She doesn't say anything for a second, just wrapping her arms around Isabelle for a (semi-crushing) hug.