Isabelle has her whip around her wrist, a seraph blade tucked into her belt and the same knife she'd pulled on Billy the first day in her boot. Alec had said they were going hunting, and as far as things go, the night had been pretty quiet. There'd been a small scuffle of activity, a smaller demon that was easily dispatched but which had still managed to leave a thin cut along her temple. It's nothing that had even needed an iratze, so she pays it no notice.

Until Alec steers her towards the park. His body seems to relax, like the fighting is over, and that's her first clue that this is a scheduled detour. And then he lifts a hand to wave at someone in the distance and Isabelle groans. "What are we doing? You want to go talk to a mundane dressed like this?" She doesn't necessarily believe that Billy is a mundane, she'd made that quite clear, but maybe she's wrong. As far as she can tell, their glamours don't work the way they need them to in Darrow, so they're about to walk in there dressed like this and cause a whole host of unwanted questions.