Emile didn't want to cause trouble, she was simply curious. She crossed her arms over her chest." No pepper spray, please you wont need it." She clicked her tongue." Yet you know that I know you know exactly what I know." Emile, cut that out! Smack her if you want." You're pretty, I must say."
Izzie wondered if she was trying to lower her guard down or was hitting on her. The Emile chick wasn't bad looking, but with her attitude, sort of knocked her down a few pegs. Still, if she wanted information, Izzie would not divulge it to some women. Especially about the twins. "Thanks, good beauty regiment, and cut out the smoking. So...what are you?"











