There's something about this girl that keeps poking at Isobel's interest, something different about the way she carries herself, about what she is. Isobel offers a half-shrug. Her body-language is far from threatening right now, as well, but she's cautious. If Ilde can sense such things, Isobel's muscles are all tight underneath her calm exterior; she's ready to flee if she has to. Self-preservation is at the top of her list right now.

"She did. We've spoken."

Which is as much as Isobel wants to offer this stranger, friend of Katherine's or not. She's wondering, somewhere in the back of her mind, if whatever type of fae/fairy Ilde is can be compelled. Soon enough, she'll try. Not right now.

"Have you been in the city long?"

It's time for Isobel to see what information she can get from Ilde. Anything is useful. Anything.