"Um, sure." Though her words wobbled with hesitation, Isobel tried to seem a little more forthcoming and ready, but she knew the best way to get over her trepidation was to simply keep at it. She steeled herself for the feeling of someone else's arm around her throat, knowing one day she would not be prepared for such a thing. As Nish took up a position behind her, Isobel forced herself past her discomfort. If it meant her eventual safety, she could withstand and afternoon of being mock-grabbed.
[ ooc: this looks like a good place for a wrap, if you guys are good! ]