She swallowed hard the instant he touched her neck. He was suddenly making her very uncomfortable even though she had the sense that he meant her no harm. She got up quickly. "Maybe I should look for food." She was up in an instant from the couch. She was perfectly warm now between her own heating abilities and the fire in the fireplace.
Walking into the kitchen she started looking through the kitchen. There wasn't much. Some stale crackers. Ew. Alcohol. Lots of alcohol. God, whoever lived here was a lush. Isabel couldn't have alcohol, had never even tried it. As it turned out one sip of it made them so drunk they couldn't see straight for hours and their alien powers went haywire. Max had gone through it and the story had scared her away from alcohol forever.
She found some chocolate bars and she smiled as she fished them out of the cabinet. Now those she could work with for sure. The fridge was dead but she opened it anyway, pleased to find a bottle of Frank's hot sauce. It wasn't as good as tobasco but it would work in a pinch. She unwrapped the chocolate and poured the hot sauce on it before eating it.
"You can have the booze," she said to Ezra when he appeared in the doorway. "I don't drink."