And now Alice was talking to her cat. The situation really couldn't get any more comical between the crazy cat lady and the short stuffy british man with the pistol, who Keamy had dragged past her and into the warehouse.
Isabela laughed, and started dancing to the music on the radio. There just really wasn't any point in staying serious, and she was now certain that Mr. Frodo was going to be fine. At least she was certain he probably wasn't going to get shot, since that was an awful lot of money he'd flashed.
Blue was a better color for a car anyway. Why on earth you'd ever buy a yellow car was beyond her.
She creeped closer to the warehouse and continued eavesdropping, prepared to at least defend herself or the cat lady, in case people came running out with guns.