( alright, admittedly she'd been a bit hesitant to open up any sort of booth, but she figures while perusing for some sort of good she can contribute to the city, it wouldn't hurt to put her capability out there for any interests it could potentially catch. however, rather than remaining tucked behind the sleek black canopy, laying home only to a padded mat upon the lawn, she's mingling at the snack cart nearby in usual training garb. look, her figure isn't going to be harmed by a churro, she's got plenty of curves to feed.

needless to say, feel free to catch her attention if you're up for a little lesson in self-defense, for a little playful spar, or if you just want an excuse to wrestle her— just don't be bruised when she's gotten you pinned. unless, of course, that's your plan after all. )

( Hello, my name is Isabelle, and eyes up- they aren't tattoos.

i mean, it isn't far off from comments she's received thus far, though she doesn't necessarily mind the confusion. she can't exactly expect others to be familiar with a world that isn't their own, certainly when the institute is something kept hidden even amongst the streets of brooklyn.

could have been worse, and by the likes of it, definitely is as hues flit toward the tag of another having just approached, rich red of her lips curving to a smirk. )