For a moment or so it was unclear if Isabel took the comment regarding chopping off her legs as a joke or as some odd kind of threat. Under normal circumstances she might have been able to read it as a joke, but she was doubting that things in Lawrence would ever become normal. She let out a sigh, admitting to herself that her attitude was probably only making things worse. She let Connor talk.
"Fine," She gave a shrug, meaning the gesture as a kind of white flag. "I'm sorry. I guess I got a little..." Isabel trailed off. The word 'bitchy' came to mind, but she rarely owned up to her bouts of bitchy behavior. This was not going to be an exception to that rule.
"Mind if I fix one?" Isabel nodded to his sandwich, giving in to the empty, rumbling feeling in her gut.