all of the strangers are gone

"Mm, maybe," Isla agrees with him with a cheeky smile as he clarifies. "The idea that I could even be able to blow off steam is a strange one right now, honestly." How would she manage it, being able to feel and eat and drink and all the rest of it, after so long? (Hint hint: stay tuned to find out). Still, as she realises she's stumbled right into kink-shaming territory, her cheeks flush silver and she covers her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter. "I am so sorry," she says, before tilting her head at him suddenly, a wickedly teasing slant to her expression. "Oh, is that why you wanted me to come and make a clinic here, hm? Just wanted a white coat to look at?" His response about the participation, though, isn't one she entirely expects, and Isla nudges her glass against Sunjata's as if to prompt him to clarify. "I mean, I thought Frey was all about consent," she murmurs. "You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, regardless of who you are. I guess I just assumed you'd want to, I suppose." ISLA