Don't believe in no-win scenarios

When Jim turns to head to the kitchen, Isidor relaxes against the punching bag, pressing her head against it for a second while she catches her breath. She takes time to mop herself up with her towel before she follows him out.

She spares Tiber a small, "Hey, cat," in greeting as she passes.

It's not that she hasn't been curious to snoop through Jim's home, but letting her in was a risk and a kindness on his part. Betraying the trust he put in her respecting his home seemed utterly ridiculous. Now, however, she looks around freely, taking her time before she finally perches on the edge of the couch.

She accepts the cup of coffee but raises an eyebrow at his coffee-talk. "Well of course. Who would drink anything that wasn't a Versian colony blend?" She drawls playfully before taking a sip and turning his attention to the cup. "Actually, that isn't bad."