Izzy's perfectly stable, comfortable even, in her stiletto heels; they're probably the only reason that she's got all that much height to her considering how small she was before she retrieved them. And they sure as hell look good on her; Izzy feels confident in her skin, in her clothes, even if she doesn't remember picking them out or as much as she knows she should. That fact hasn't gotten any less frustrating since waking up.

The charming smile remains on Izzy's face as she gives a bit of a vague gesture around her. "Nobody can really tell me much of anything. The hospital staff told me to rest and not to worry, plus the signs." Izzy spots one and points, specifically, at it for good measure. "What's with this place and the....aversion to talking about the past and what's going on?" Izzy clarifies, not knowing any better (not truly) as of the moment, anyway.

She is a little thrown by the question that the pretty redhead throws at her. And it causes Iz to tilt her head, curls moving with the motion. Oddly enough there's something there, but....it's something that Izzy can't quite connect to: like it's on the tip of her tongue or just out of her grasp and she can't quite get it, which is the reason that she finds herself frowning. "I...honestly have no idea. I can't remember the things that I feel like I should, sorry." Izzy gives a dainty shrug.

"My name is Isabelle, Izzy....your's?"