If there was one thing about demons, it was that they were not really afraid of much. Someone sneaking up on them wasn't high on the list of things to react violently to. Witches, on the other hand, they were something to be wary of. But on the whole, Isabelle was wary of anyone, just not frightened.
Isabelle had to concede to Meda's point about knowledge and learning, but she was sure that the other woman knew what she meant when she'd made the statement. "I'm Isabelle Russo, I teach Fine Arts. Which classes will you be teaching?" She shook the other woman's hand, then let it drop as she turned back to her painting. She was using oils, so there was no danger of the paints drying before she could finish, but in the hot sun the became a little less pliant.