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The look on her face is, as usual, that of a perfectly crafted porcelain doll. It hides beneath the shade of the parasol that sit on her shoulder and bounces ever so slightly as she walks, her heels tapping delicately against the the ground. Despite the heat she is dressed in pants that go down to her ankles and heeled boots that scale up to her knees. The long sleeve shirt is in no way slight or see through, it's meant to cover the the almost too white skin that was never made to be exposed to the sun like this. Her hands are gloved as they grip the end of the parasol and the scarf around her neck makes her seem almost ready for a fall evening than to be in Lavaridge during the day.

Everything about her perfectly crafter visage lies. Beneath it she is furious, furious that she has been pulled from her day time slumber to meet with someone in the heat of Lavaridge. She had been unable to decline however, it was something that needed to be done and that she had been putting off for far too long.

The heat makes her boil beneath the clothing but not nearly as severely as allowing herself to be exposed to the sun would at this time of the day. Not to mention for the rest of the week had she allowed it. Truly even just being out well clothed was a risk but she had no choice if she wished to return to her hotel room and lock herself away until night showed itself.

Isra will not make it to her hotel room without interruption however, as something she's not quite sure how to respond to catches her eye. Everything about the shirtless man pouring a bottle of water over his head is simply so out of place to her that in the half sleep of the day she simply stares at him and blinks. "What in the world-" she stops herself before she actually asks the question, continuing to stare instead. It's not that she wouldn't do the same if she could get away with it, it's just that it was the last thing she was expecting to see during her short excursion into the waking hours.

@rossy
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Her brows furrowed together, head tilted to the side like a puppet playing at being perplexed. She had to think about what he said because none of the words seemed to fit right into the situation and even he seemed to be aware of that.

Isra shakes the look off of her face and closes her eyes a moment, breathing deep to pull herself together and let go of this oddness she feels. It's not often Isra is caught so out of sorts her internal clock is out of whack, her mind has already been long lost to the heat of the sun and she knows how it effects her. Heat is one of very few things she simply hates.

"I'll keep that in mind." she had no intention of visiting the hot springs. She understood the healing properties such things were renowned for but she personally preferred a bath at home with a menthol bubble bath to numb the body. That was how you ended a long, sore night of work.

"You must be a native here." Isra stares at him hard for a moment before asking the next thing to pop into her head.

"Does everyone around here run around half naked or is it just you?"

A bit uncouth but surprisingly her tone is not so agitated as is could have been, rather she seems to actually want to know. If nothing else, she'd like to be further prepared for whatever other sights she may end up beholding before the day is done.

@rossy