Isaac had been fairly quiet for the whole meeting so far. He knew his sister was following his lead, he was the one who partied and fraternized with strangers more often, after all. But this was a different setting, everybody was serious and stressed. There were no drugs or other social lubricants and nobody was here for a fun time.
Between this and the fact that he was still recovering from one of the worst health complications of his implants to date, left the young playboy quieter than usual.
He took in the discussion, when the Doctor had mentioned others trained in medical knowledge he didn’t speak up. He’d trained medically, of course, as part of his biological research. He could do a good many things, but he didn’t want to be known for that. He didn’t want these people thinking he owed them his assistance. His sister knew of his training, and she could decide if his help was needed.
When the alien showed up his ignored the arms race, taking one step closer to Eleni, though he knew his sister was more capable of defending herself than he was. She was the one who kept at the training, after all. He also noticed Max coming over, but didn’t comment on it.
After a moment he took a small step forward, tilting his head at the alien. Noting the odd occurrences that seemed to be happening to whoever raised a weapon at him he kept his hands in his pockets, especially when it said it's peace. He actually grinned slightly, liking its attitude already.
He glanced at his twin, then the others. “Well I don’t see the point in even trying to blow the head off somebody willing to offer answers. They might even be the ones we need,” he said loudly, relaxing and nodding to the alien. “I’d like to know who keeps moving me around when I’m asleep. That’s disconcerting and shouldn’t be possible without me knowing.”