[ Isaac narrows blue eyes in thought, recalling all the crap that's happened to him in Beacon Hills. Once he's decided that yeah, it definitely is a reoccurring habit of his apparently, he nods. ] Seems like it. All it really takes is one giant killer iguana, and you start to wonder if your life is some reject syfy script.

[ He offers Dyson a smile that really lacks any mirth one way or another. His own eyebrow hitches up his forehead as he observes the stranger. Seriously, he could grow another head and Isaac wouldn't be too startled. Run like hell? Definitely, but he's starting to accept that his life is crazy. ]