WHO Isabel Evans & Eliot Spencer WHERE Claudia's Kitchen WHEN Backdated to after Eliot's arrival WHAT Welcome Wagon & a Storybrooke Crash course
Isabel breezed through the door of the restaurant like she owned the place. It was one of the perks of being family, and one she routinely took advantage of. As the door chimes faded, she paused and her blue eyes did an immediate scan of the building. She was long since familiar with all exits and escape routes, but her gaze roamed over all the patrons to double check for any potential threats. She'd been in Storybrooke for weeks now, and the place seemed reasonably safe, but years of paranoia weren't easily undone. Besides which, Isabel wasn't sure she'd ever be able to enter a room without scouting for dangers again. It was too deeply ingrained in her now.
Her scan of the room complete, she exhaled and moved over to sit at the bar. She slid onto a stool at the end that allowed her a clear view of the front door. She wasn't a terribly social person anymore. Not like she had been when she was younger. Years of war and being on the run had buried that particular desire. And since her arrival in Storybrooke, she tended to ignore most of the other residents while focusing on her family. That didn't mean she didn't see and monitor everything going on the network, though. She just usually chose not to directly engage. She had broken her routine with Eliot, however. Most new arrival posts were immediately swarmed with comments from family and friends- but his hadn't. And for all her paranoia and worry, Isabel couldn't let someone navigate this place completely on their own. She understood loneliness and isolation far too well to ever be comfortable with that. So she'd reached out to him and offered to buy him some food. She scrolled through their brief conversation again as she waited for him to arrive.