Splitting into different possibilities sounded painful. So did becoming a 'permanently not,' but Isabela didn't think this fellow plunderer wanted to focus on that, necessarily, or go into detail. She was here to get drunk, perhaps? Relax, let the bite and sting of alcohol take her away? That was fair. Bela could respect that.
Sometimes she was too curious for her own good but she knew about boundaries. Sometimes. Even while not having a filter in most instances - besides, it might be nice to make a friend and not alienate someone who had just arrived. She was sort of short on friends, floating on a raft in a storm ever since Hawke disappeared.
"Not too much swashbuckling - I do have plenty of daggers though. Even a few on me now," she winked, and could you just guess where they were? "I've also got a ship, like I said. I ferry people between the islands for money. Take them on a booze cruise. I bartend during the Underground fights but that's only once a month so I mainly sail. Which is good - it's all I've ever wanted to do."