And the alcohol was doing a rather decent job of taking the edge off. Her mood, her pain, how restless she felt about everything when there was nothing to be done about it. Enough to open up a bit more without worry that she was falling for some trap. "So how do you pull it off?" she asked in exchange, curious about what other methods of invisibility there were. Not outright asking for a demonstration, unless Isabela was looking to provide one.
But daggers certainly caught her attention, eyes roaming over the woman's body in a way that might be too prying if it weren't for the obvious search of the weapons. She knew well enough where the common hiding places may be, concealed under just enough fabric. Never needed weapons herself to be dangerous, but there always was that appeal of something sharp and shiny. And then catching herself bordering on impolite, her pale eyes flicked back to regard Isabela's. "Guess that's a more honest way to use your sea legs," she tilted her head. "What's out on the other islands?"