[Oh bloody Heavens... Guilt assaults Isabella seeing the kid run around in circles. Let alone calling for Nepeta.

She steps aside and points down a flight of steps. All the rough hard edges of her earlier demeanor is gone leaving behind something carefully neutral.]

The stairs are this way, Equius. I do not know where Nepeta is for sure, but she has a shipping wall outside that she could be at.

It is rather large.

[She sighs heavily. She expects nothing from this, except perhaps her own guilt eased for her troubles. She was, after all, beneath him.]