“It is pretty cool.” She laughed. Isabel could whine all she wanted about her lot in life, but the dreamwalking was one of the perks of being an alien. It was a surprisingly useful talent to have. When she was younger and less careful she used it perhaps more freely than she should have and now it was mostly reserved for serious business, but it was still good to have.
“There is definitely a variety of people in this place. The one guy? The blue one? He looks like my brother. In the face I mean. It throws me off a little.” She shook her head, thinking of Hank with his shoe dilemma. Isabel was at least grateful that she was human in appearance. She imagined it would be much more difficult blending in if she resembled Hank.
“Where are we?” She looked out to the water and then back at Connor, tilting her head curiously. “Not to pry, or anything.”