Isabella Valentine
Isabella smiled at the strangers, but for some reason, she wasn't too sure about letting them inside. Their names, their names, aren't they familiar? They look a bit familiar to me... but from where? She frowned slightly as she tried to recall where she might of seen or heard of them before, especially the one who had been laughing, Scyrim. She shook her head and tried to smile, again, but it seemed strange how these complete strangers seemed so familiar.
"It's up to Adrian and Demiana, they're the oldest." She said, shrugging and walking up to her room, she searched under her bed for her other pistol, (she had two, because she always gets one taken away) and ran back down the stairs, "I'm going shooting." She muttered before jogging outside, putting on her red ear protectors, and beginning to shoot the same tree from before. When she ran out of rounds, she sighed and laid down in the grass, staring at the sky.