Now of all times he finally noticed her. It could be purely chance of course, but she didn't think so. Lisbeth was certain he didn't know she'd been snooping through his TAB conversations for a few weeks now, both locked and unlocked. Figuring out the protocols and security measures of the TABs had taken awhile but now, the network was her free domain just as the internet had been back home. She knew as much about Isaac Clarke as anyone could here, she supposed, but Lisbeth had not expected him to suddenly call her out suddenly.

It wasn't purely chance she was here in the hallway with him. They lived nearby to one another and that was why she had taken an interest in him initially. He was in his mid to late forties, by her guess, but he was in good shape physically and seemed friendly and honest. If Lisbeth had to make an educated guess, this night in particular she did not have her hood up for once, and she had also elected to go with a mohawk for her hair style.

Once addressed, she stopped in her tracks and stared for a second, practiced expressionless for the tone she portrayed to the older man. Inside, she was at a total loss for that split second of how to behave now that they were talking face-to-face rather than her reading about him through his private correspondences.

"Hey," she finally answered, giving Isaac Clarke a quick once over.