Any uncertainty Kat had about Isabelle was abruptly put aside, at least for now. After all, this woman had been the one to introduce her to this glorious library, and she couldn't help but be the tiniest bit grateful for it. Besides, it wasn't like Kat herself was so very thoughtful about people's feelings. And such things mattered much less than the amazing collection of books, the stunning art and sculptures.
"It is." She admitted readily. It was the truth, after all. But she realized that she was gawking like a bit of an idiot, and she drew her gaze away from the books and back to the art teacher. She'd have lots of time to look, after all, because she knew right away that she'd be spending as much time as possible in this lovely building.
She hesitated, though, for a second. Isabelle didn't sound exactly thrilled by having her around, but, on the other had, she got the sense that if the art teacher really didn't want to be around, she would have left already. So she found herself, as she did so often, in a social situation that she didn't know how to deal with. Eventually, though, she shrugged. If Isabelle didn't want to give her a tour, she shouldn't have offered. "That would be nice, thank you."