Isobel was upstairs in room D, getting ready for work. She hadn't really looked around her room the night before, too exhausted from all of the arguing with people but when she looked this morning she had noticed that everything she needed as well as clothes in her own style were ready for use. At least they weren't forced to wear prison garb or something. She could still maintain some dignity while being forced to live here.
She had just finished getting dressed when she heard a 'hello' coming from downstairs. She froze. The voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. Maybe this place was getting to her. Elena had basically told her Ric wasn't here. He couldn't be here.
She slowly stepped out of her room, which was closest to the stairs and began descending them. When she got down just far enough that she could see the person the voice belonged to, she froze--confident that she couldn't be seen yet--and allowed herself to regain her bearings before finishing her decent with a confident stride, and a smirk on her face. He'd caught her by surprise, but that didn't mean she had to show it. "Hello, Ric," she greeted him.