Ugh, Isaac hated knives. And he hated even more being stabbed by them. So when he saw her hand go to the knife handle he raised his hands in front of him.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm unarmed. Not going to hurt you." Not that it mattered whether or not a werewolf was armed or unarmed, but he really wasn't going to hurt her.
Her words brushed over him, and he realized that he hadn't understood a single one of them.
"Uh, what?" Great, she was one of the ones who didn't speak English. Hopefully he'd be able to show her how to use the translator without getting stabbed.