Isabela wasn't honestly worried about Zev; she was worried about Hotchner. But she couldn't do much about it now without offending someone, and she was rather fond of both of them. "Aaron Hotchner, Zevran Arainai. Zevran is one of the rare Antivans who doesn't want me dead. Hotchner works for MI5, in London. We're out of his jurisdiction." She'd only just learnt that word, and said it with a wink at Zev, hoping Hotchner would smile.