Isabela eyed the mobsters, her lip curled halfway between a smirk and a snarl.
"Don't worry, Kitten. I've got plenty of friends with me. Hope those aren't good clothes. You might get blood on them before today is over."

Isabela put her hands behind her back in a seemingly-innocent gesture. But her fingers twitched slightly, ready to grab and draw her daggers at a moment's notice.

"So, who wants to say hello first?"