Well, the bloodthirsty mutant cat was out of the bag now, but Alessa still couldn't quite get a read on Isaac's reaction.
The sun was just beginning to peek through the canopy of the trees, and she trailed a few feet back from him on the path, struggling through the dim light to interpret the hunch of his shoulders, the drag of his feet, his occasional heavy breath.
Was he angry? Defeated? Shocked? She felt like something needed to be said… but, what?
The crunch of twigs and roots under her boots changed to the soft shuffling of decaying woodchips as they joined the trail approaching the picnic area. Time was running out - they'd have no privacy to talk in front of the squad. Surely Isaac wasn't considering telling all of them?
As if reading her mind, Isaac stopped abruptly and turned around to face her, his expression still frustratingly blank.
They looked at each other in silence, Alessa still too nervous to speak, Isaac too… something. She held her breath, waiting.