[Isabela had been wandering through the exhibition hall herself, curious of the various paraphernalia and things they'd done to dress things up for the new arrivals. It makes her want to laugh seeing the pamphlets advertising the charm of both cities. As if they hadn't been a disaster all their own only weeks ago.

It's while she's looking around to mock their work that she over hears his comment, interest fully shifted at the mention of the city she'd been in last before everything went to shit. She turns to him with a curious look, hand on her hip.]

Why wouldn't they? I think it's much better than a place with too much structure, especially without the whole...Qunari invasion and all. Nice bars too, even though they're no Hanged Man.

[An invasion she hasn't forgotten she's the blame of, but it hardly matters when Thedas is but a memory to them all. Hopefully the Qunari and their Qun went along with it.]

You know it's hard for me to forget most faces I meet, and you look sort of familiar. Have we met?