Isabel's jaw dropped open. She blamed herself, of course, for letting such an awful thing slip. She'd become too comfortable in this place, most of it coming to pass because she had started to trust the people associated with Torchwood. Connor wasn't one of those people. For all Isabel knew, Connor didn't even believe aliens existed until she'd gone and made the mistake of toasting her bread in his presence. She let out a sigh, closing her eyes for a moment as she scolded herself for letting such a thing slip.
"I'm not dangerous." She looked him in the eye. It was a half truth. Isabel could be dangerous. She had even killed someone with just a simple blast of energy. Connor, though? He hadn't given her a reason to kill him just yet. "I'm just..." She trailed off for a moment. "I'm different."