Isabelle had managed to peel herself off the desk again, and was thumbing through some official papers. Possibly to do with the warlock idea she'd had earlier. But she'd never tell.

"Yes?" she called out, since while she was hoping it was Flick, it could've also been just about anyone at the Institute. People wanted to talk to you when you were in charge. "Come in."

By the Angel, she hoped she looked more than halfway presentable.