-Nile-
Nile looked at the plate that the waiter in front of him had set on the table. It looked good. He plucked the mint leaf off and set it on a napkin, then looked up at Eve. She was staring at her meat, which was bloody and undercooked, but like he'd see a dog that hadn't eaten in three days stare at a treat that was being held teasingly in front of it. He frowned, and was about to say something, but suddenly she started to snarl. Her features changed and he didn't have much time to react before she took off into the air with her bleeding meal, and crashed through the glass roof. Nile covered himself with his wings, which were of little use for flight, and waited until the storm of glass shards finished raining down. He looked up then to see Eve tearing into the meat. He'd never seen a halfling react so strongly to blood. He let his wings droop as they usually did when the danger was over, only minor cuts on them. Unable to do anything, Nile waited for the girl to come down. She seemed to slowly go back to normal, then float back down. Her servant people were running around to clean up and seemed worried about their mistress.
When Eve landed and apologized, he stared at her for a moment, at those scarlet eyes, before saying anything. He had to find the words, first off. New experiences for him such as this didn't come around very often anymore. "No halflings are the same." He said calmly. "Whatever made us, you inherited the carnivorous trait. It is nothing to be ashamed of." He said it as if he meant it, for he did. She seemed quite scared and desperate. "Maybe you should get cleaned up before we do any more talking, though." He suggested, his tone gentile. He didn't want to upset her more than she was.
-Isabelle-
Isabelle didn't get to reply to Jackson before he was kicked and the thugs attacked him. She watched in surprise for a few seconds as he turned and tried to attack them back, but he was quickly taken advantage of. Her narrowed eyes landed on the boy who had spoken to her, and a dark smile lit her lips. "I'd much rather watch you die." She said coolly, her voice dangerous. She did not like these people for several reasons already, and them making fun of both her and Jackson for things that they could not have helped- her being what she was, and he being blind- made it final. She'd kick every last one of their butts out of here.
Izzy stepped forward, shifting her stance so that she stood sideways. A smaller target. Her gaze flickered around, catching the movement of every one of the thugs. She tried to count how many there were, but was more interested in making sure none of them snuck up on her. Finally, she looked at the one holding Jackson. "Come on, fight someone your own size." She taunted, spreading her large wings wide.