[ While he has some familiar traits, Allison doesn't realize it's Isaac until he rolls over towards her and she can see his face. Her heart starts hammering in her chest at the sight of him, a mixture of excitement and the panic she's trying to push away. There's some guilt, too, because she shouldn't be excited; he went home and wasn't stuck in Asgard anymore and while home isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, at least it's better than gods playing tricks on them all the time and fighting a war they shouldn't be fighting.
She shakes her head slightly, both to his question and to try to clear her head. She can worry about his return later; for now, they need to figure out where they are and how they can get out. ] I don't know. One of the gods must be messing with us. [ Her hand moves to her ankle to grab the knife she's generally got strapped there - just because it seems like it's just them and a corpse doesn't mean it'll stay that way - but it's not there.
Confused, Allison pulls up the leg of her jeans to find that the holder is missing as well. ] Whatever's going on, they didn't want me armed.
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She shakes her head slightly, both to his question and to try to clear her head. She can worry about his return later; for now, they need to figure out where they are and how they can get out. ] I don't know. One of the gods must be messing with us. [ Her hand moves to her ankle to grab the knife she's generally got strapped there - just because it seems like it's just them and a corpse doesn't mean it'll stay that way - but it's not there.
Confused, Allison pulls up the leg of her jeans to find that the holder is missing as well. ] Whatever's going on, they didn't want me armed.