Isabela liked Keamy. He was straightforward and to the point. It was a good thing she could mostly take care of herself, though that left Alice completely in her hands to deal with. Wonderful.
She wasn't at all sure about Frodo and this gun, though. He'd reassured her that he knew how to handle the thing, but she was almost certain the thing'd been locked up in some rich!guy safe behind a painting and hadn't been touched in years. She paused in her following of Keamy long enough to gently take the gun out of Frodo's hands and show him the safety on it, then how to turn it on, and off.
"Like this, here. You can access it with your thumb quickly, if you're careful. Maybe you aught to keep it in your pocket for now, though. Keamy seems capable enough," Isabela smirked a bit, and handed the gun back to Frodo.
"Shiving someone is fun and all, but I think our main focus here is getting the car back in Mr. Frodo's surprisingly capable hands, isn't it? The fewer people we piss off in there, the better. I mean I have to do business with some of these people when this is over with."
She furrowed her brow, then eyedarted, "Which, of course, I didn't just say out loud. Shall we?"
She motioned to a door that could be seen on the warehouse attached to one of the garages.