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No fear, it doesn't serve her. Iscariot puts on a mask, slips into a different skin. Something cuter, something charming, something far less haunted... something almost shaped like a pretty, dainty girl. It's an act she can only keep up for so long, and the day is young, but it will do. It will do for now. Gazing carefully at the man with curious, wide eyes, she studies his contraption.

A snare, one made from bits and bobs, scraps left behind here from times gone by. Iscariot's study of his contraption is careful, giving a nod after a long moment. It would be sturdier than the average trap made of plant materials, she'd give it that. The predatory nature of his gaze doesn't escape Riot, but she'd play into it rather than out. Stay innocent. Keep the act up.

"What are you catching in traps this sturdy? Looks like overkill for hares... goats? Risking the metal in water for seals?" Was she offering to help? Not necessarily, but it's simple curiosity.

As the focus shifts to her, Iscariot forces herself to relax under his gaze. "Just had to get outta the house, can you fault a girl for exploring?" A light smile, her eyes shifting from the trap to the bold man before her. Curious, his scent one she couldn't track or place. Fascinating, but potentially dangerous all the same.

"Iscariot"