Doomed

Maxi poked her head out, since Kalamazoo stood before her, looming and intimidating with his much taller height and solid frame. A smile curled her lips, and she waved at Islinda with childlike excitement. "Hello, Islinda, you always do have the best timing!"

"Hello, Maxi. Isaac. It's nice to know that you diligently answered my distress call, unlike a certain Fae," Islinda said, pointedly glaring at Kalamazoo.

It hadn't been difficult for her to sneak out with Kalamazoo out of the picture. All she had to do was pretend to be pressed and then have Ginger escort her to the latrine. 

When the guards attempted to follow her, she had glared and demanded they not embarrass her by following her into the female's lavatory. Of course, they insisted it was for her protection and that they were merely doing their job. So Islinda let them be, having already formed a plan.