A voice piped up from behind the dark haired girl and her cat, "Where you really shouldn't be going, is where. Especially in that car."
Isabela stepped forward a bit, and then to the side of the darker haired girl, and shook her head at Frodo while smiling a bit in amusement.
"You're going to get yourself in trouble out here. You're like a newborn kitten or something equally fuzzy and cute and naive. I mean, no offense, but TELL me Martin is in that car with you."