Isobel's eyes widened in recognition, her head bobbing affirmatively.
"Yes, I remember you. Looking for some sour, out of season fruits, right?" She dropped her arms from around her chest, affixing a smile to her face despite the fact that they were supposed to start beating each other up. "Did you ever find them? Or are they still not in season yet.... Sorry, um, getting sidetracked. Do you want to try being the aggressor, or should I?" She sounded anything but aggressive, and her own thin frame next to Nish's looked like the other woman might snap her like a twig. Still, this was what all the practice was for.