all of the strangers are gone

"One? Gods, treasure it. If this one is uneventful, maybe I can say the same next year." Isla grins across the bar to him, finishing up by rattling the front doors (to triple check they are locked, naturally) before returning to sit down on the bar stool opposite. "So far so good," she agrees - and she'll drink to that, too, lifting her glass to clink it against the Flood's. Only to nearly choke on it as he speaks. "Oh, well, fuck," she says through a chuckle. "I'm not pure and I can't sing either. I guess we'll just have to hope for the best between us, hm?" It can't be worse than what they've been doing already to survive, right? They're standing in the brothel they planned to build, after all. Sobering somewhat as she casts her mind back to the fight in the Hollowed Grounds, Isla nods. "I was with Nate, actually. And Kiada and Adam, as well as an Ascended I had never met. He didn't make it, though." She sighs, before glancing up at the Flood. "I've been really considering becoming an Ancient," she confesses. "I just can't seem to make myself make the decision, you know?" ISLA