Beaten more than a dead horse? Oh, aye. "You're right about that," Isabela chuckled, saluting with her glass. "It's not my area, figuring out that sort of thing - I leave it to the magic professionals." Or not professionals, as it were - all she knew was that she wasn't a mage, and the last mage from her homeworld that attempted to suss out the details while working for the DOA had his head so far up his ass he could lick own his own nostrils, so, she didn't put much stock in that particular cursed position. If people arrived, they arrived - if they disappeared, they disappeared. That was all there was to it. Vallo wasn't going to give up its secrets.
But right, speaking of asses. She also ordered the famed juice when Ava did, working quickly to finish off the rest of her rum. "Pirate ship," Bela clarified, setting the glass down and definitely forgoing manners when she caught a spare drop of alcohol with the side of her thumb and into her mouth it went - what were manners anyway? She didn't know them. "I was with a group back home called the Raiders of the Waking Sea. We graciously helped out a lot of merchants - by that I mean they could pay us or be robbed blind. Fun system really. Ooh, you can turn invisible too?"
She'd noticed the flickering, gold eyes alight. "Me also. Trick I learned back home."