What can go wrong with afternoon shopping? (Cecil/Isabella)

Her eyes followed the young man as he headed out of the alley. And she couldn't help but wonder, what was the story behind this young man? She'd following him with her gaze for sometime, before pulling her left hand free of her pocket, to inspect the potential damage. The artificial skin covering the limb hadn't melted, but the heat had caused it to soften and sag slightly. She'd shove the hand in her pocket again, as her eyes then turned up toward the sky.

"Maybe I need to rethink my stance on some things..." Isabella wondered to herself, barely aloud. Maybe, but that would be thoughts for another time. So instead her attention ffell to her phone, where a pair of taps on the screen started the call. Bringing the phone to her ears, she'd wait until it picked up. A male voice would answer on the other end.

"Hello, I'm in need of taxi."