[Isaac ducks into the bar mostly because he's wet, and the wet does a number on his sense of smell. He hates feeling like his nose is dulled, because like any wolf it's one of his most relied on senses.

He only frowns for a moment on seeing the girl in the corner, but he wouldn't have come closer if not for a hint of scent. ...wolf? It can't be.

Isaac has to investigate, and so comes over, finally noticing the cards.]

That's impressive, with the cards. Are you one of the transports?