"I think you're already out," Isabel said with a quiet chuckle. Instead, she picked up Kaiba's half-full and rather cold mug of coffee, pours it out and rinses it, and refills it before setting it by him again.

"You probably could use some real food, too, you know. I could always make you a sandwich? Since you're clearly still working and all." Isabel isn't being too forward just yet, but she might just be skirting it at the moment. But he's working way too hard, and she's terribly used to that sort of thing, between hardheaded uncles, a stubborn grandfather, and a dad with a head made of rock. Not that her mother wasn't just as bad in her way. Carolyn was just slightly less technologically inclined.

"Might get the ol' neurons firing on all cylinders again, right?"