[Isabela looks at her for a moment, the kindness reminding her of the echo of someone else, someplace else, in a city torn asunder. It reminds her of a letter she promised to write and still has stashed somewhere, half written. It is that, then, that makes her response a little softer than she would have expected - Where is her old fiery 'take what you can and burn the rest?' attitude? Hawke really was a bad influence on her.]

I wouldn't worry yourself too much, kitten. I left quite a few capable hands back there on damage control.

[The pet name falls out all on its own, and its too late to take it back, so she just strikes a soft sort of smile to carry it.]

Really, I should have smuggled them aboard when I left! But all the rubble and confusion made it a little difficult even for someone of my pirating skills. Not to mention you couldn't walk four paces without tripping over a mage. Or a templar. Or trip over a mage tripping over a templar. Like a city of pitfall traps and everyone is busy scurrying under everyone elses feet.