(SE) have you seen the rain

Isla take your medicine "I'll have to do?" Isla raises her eyebrows in playful offence, the medic considering punching him in the arm only to realise that it wouldn't really do anything. "You are lucky I like you, Cal," she informs him, falling to a halt as well to see whether or not he's going to let her in on the secret about what he's hearing or seeing. Except all of a sudden he grows very still in that sort of way - the way she's begun to recognise about him that could either mean imminent danger or his paranoia rising up. "Hey..." she says softly, reaching out to touch a hand to his forearm when a snake drapes down and around his shoulders, like a scaly version of a feather boa. Isla can't help the grin that tugs at her lips, and she steps back to look at him properly with his new friend. "Did you nearly try to assassinate a hanging snake?" she asks. "It looks very good on you. Have you ever considered being a model?"