the skin of a predator

Isla take your medicine "I think it would only be for me at the moment," Isla says slowly, furrowing her brow. "When I spoke to the Voice she mentioned that it would be good to protect myself as well as others in the field, so I guess it would make sense. But I'll have to ask her if I could extend the upgrade..." It's certainly not something that would be a bad thing, after all. "Oh, you are too kind," she teases Sunjata back, nudging her shoulder against his gently and seeming to soften to hear about Nate and the bar. "I'm glad," she murmurs, though there's something very troubled in her expression as he turns the question to her. Unfortunately, at that point they are interrupted by something truly horrifying, more so especially because of how dark it is. "Oh, fuck--" Isla whispers, grabbing at Sunjata's sleeve to try and tug him into the tanners; the stalls are quickly emptying as people quite literally flee for their lives. "Have you ever seen a banshee just stride into town like this?" she hisses, raising her finger to her lips to the tanner to indicate that he ought to be quiet.