[i]Isole spun with the robot, keeping his eye on it as he lowered the volume on his music to speak. He seemed incredibly nonchalant, as if he knew nothing about anything that went on in the Dojo.[/i] "Where'd your little friend go? And why's this one spinning around me? I don't like it." [i]He made a playful swat at the robot before turning to Sarah, a small black blade sliding out of his wrist and into his left hand. He began to spin it, not in a threatening way, but more of a "I need to be doing something with my hands at all time or I'll ruсking lose it".[/i] "I'm Isole. Who might you be, young lady?"