The funny thing about weights on shoulders was that Isabela had quite a bit of one on her own. She blamed the entire fact that a man like Frodo was even at a place like this on herself. Blame and Responsibility were not feelings she was at all comfortable with. If he got himself shot she'd probably have to drink herself into oblivion for a few days just to handle it.
And then there was the other girl - Alice, was it? Completely innocent and obviously a bit off, as well. Isabela was certain she was going to get herself hurt. How did she get herself into these messes?
In any case, Isabela tucked the switchblade into her pocket and the pistol into her waistband, under her jacket, then opened the car door to get out. She arched an eyebrow at the gun, because that was unexpected, "You know, Mr. Frodo, you are just full of surprises, aren't you?"
When she was out of the car, she glanced at Alice and sighed, "I don't think you should be going at all. And I really think that both of you should let me or the hired gun do the talking. It's also probably better if you don't go swinging those weapons around just yet. We come in peace, for now, right?"