She arched a blonde eyebrow in Ezra's direction when he offered to tell her what he was if she told him what he was. She folded her arms over her chest and held her head high.
"I'm an alien," she said. She waited for the laughter because even in this world people didn't believe in aliens. Vampires, sure. Werewolves, why not? Hell gods, most definitely. But aliens? Too crazy to consider. Isabel really didn't understand people sometimes.
"And we taste really terrible to vampires," she added in. Just in case. She didn't assume he was a vampire but since vampires tended to hang out in Everett for whatever reason and they moved at extreme speeds and seemed to not be bothered by the cold it was a natural assumption to make. But who the hell knew? She was the princess of Antar and there was a hell god stomping around. Ezra could tell her that he was the king of monkey pod people and she would probably believe him.
With the heat of her hands she ran them through her blonde hair a few times until it was dry and she was warm once again. Despite her own ability to keep herself comfortable temperature wise, she moved towards the fire and enjoyed the way the flames flickered about. They were so hypnotic.
She turned her eyes to Ezra. "Well?" she demanded. She had told him what she was. She hadn't even lied about it. Fair was fair.