Re: 7:15 p.m., at a booth - max
A brief smile folded Isobel's mouth; Obed would've appreciated that sentiment, and she knew she should've welcomed such a thought with open arms. It was difficult to adjust her anxiety to listen, of course, but the fact that someone was saying it was better than her own worrisome voices fighting over the thought.
Surprise writ itself across her face, though, at Max's career choice. "Wow, that sounds...very exciting. I'm glad you were able to take a break, though. I can see how you're so good at explaining how to defend yourself, when it's your job to defend other people." Respect glowed through her eyes, and she put both hands on the table around her drink. "How does someone get into that line of work?"