"Of course," Bridge says, worried expression back now that she's admitted that something did go down. He takes off a glove and holds out a hand towards her, letting his sight re-focus to take in her aura.

Her aura that, while it's certainly got properties to it that wouldn't be found on one belonging to an average human, is one-hundred-percent pure Isabel.

"I see *you*," he says. "There's no spell, or other outside influence, or anything, which..." he frowns. "Did you think there might be?"