“You know that’s grand theft auto, right?” Isabelle stepped closer, unflinching. “It’s a crime.” “I’m not sure you’re in a position to mock them,” Isabelle said, tone steady, but her gaze flickered — not with fear, but intrigue. “You’re new here. Reckless. Dangerous.” “Someone who cleans up messes like you.” Isabelle didn’t blink. “Only when they steal cars.” And Isabelle, to her own surprise, almost smiled.