"Force of habit." Moon shrugged. He didn't elaborate since he didn't need to, this wasn't an interrogation that he was forced to cooperate with, it was just a normal question.
Isabelle looked at the bag for another second, then nodded. "Fair enough."
She didn't ask again.
"I better go for now. I feel very icky. My body is a mess, and I need to get some rest." She pushed herself up from the wall with a grimace. "I will see you some time later, Moon."
Moon's eyes narrowed immediately. "You know my name? I don't recall telling you."
Isabelle froze mid-step.
'I messed up.'
She had said it out of instinct. His name had slipped out naturally because she already knew it well. But he clearly had no idea who she was. The dirt, the blood, the tangled hair, none of it had given her away.
