With no time to explain, there was no time to react; suddenly Issan was being lifted from the ground, a prospect she did not enjoy as much as the first time around. There was something to be said for decorum, and she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. No one had ever seen through a Nightsister cloaking ability; even if Issan's illusions weren't entirely foolproof and if they had been detected, she knew there was little possibility that they were about to be discovered.
Still, she used her birds-eye view to see who was coming into the room. The Resistance was certainly attracting better clientele and support if they were branching out in the arcane. If one thing was to be said of them, it was that they had held fast in their belief of the Force and its practices; even Issan could admit that it wouldn't be entirely strange for either a person or a device to detect what she'd been doing. But she had been doing it for so long and with such skill that it was insulting for her to be caught off guard so easily. A thread of anger wove through her mind, and Issan clutched it, feeling it fuel her abilities.
"Is there something you chose not to inform me of, by any chance?" The words were quiet, but each syllable hissed from Issan's mouth.