Xaviers!

If Isolde has heightened senses in this shape and is paying attention she's probably noticed the fact that somewhere along the way they've picked up a shadow, trailing them and keeping an eye on the prisoner as if she was being stalked herself.

"Ah, finally you realize it's not all about you. Is that why your friend is tailing us?"

"No. She's following us to make sure I don't take my frustrations out on you. But you didn't answer my question."

"I should think I just confirmed your suspicions."

"Confirming my suspicions that you're hunting someone else is not the same as telling me who you're hunting."

"You needn't worry about the pack growing."

"Evading the question again," Tereza says, "Fine. We'll have plenty of time sitting around for you to answer the question."

"Mmm, somehow I think you'll lose interest, tonight."

"Tonight maybe, but there's always tomorrow and the next day and the next day."

"Ah, you wish to keep me here a long time, then. Should I be flattered?"

"I don't know if flattered is the word I'd use, but sure. They're nothing if not a hopeful bunch around here."

"Just waiting for me to see the light, then."

"Or looking for an excuse to carve me apart and see how I work."

"Doctor McCoy is many things: brilliant, knowledgeable, kind, but he's not the type to cut people apart."

"Everyone has a point where they simply cannot accept what we are."

"If we are what you say we are, then I expect, of all the people in this place, Doctor McCoy has run into our kind before."

"Let us hope, yes? He has not been so good at convincing your headmistress..."

"She's a... special case."

"I'm not sure there's even any meat on her. She smells of plastic and ozone."