Getting the woman out of the mansion hadn't proved to be much of a challenge for them despite the extra Foot soldiers running about. And Leo couldn't help but notice how quiet she was when they led her to a manhole and pulled it back. Nor could he help but notice how she had jumped down into the sewers, unaided and without needing to be prompted to do so without worrying about what the sewage would smell like or what it would do to her clothing.

Quickly making it obvious that she was more than comfortable with being dirty.

Once they were all in the sewers Mikey took her hand again and Leo couldn't help but zero in on her hand holding his youngest brother's and wonder what was going through her mind even as Mikey asked curiously, "So um, I know that we didn't ask before but...what's your name dudette?"

"Isis. Like the egyption goddess," She replied with no hint of deception. "What are your names?" Mikey grinned.

"I'm Michelangelo but you can call me Mikey. The mean looking guy in the red mask is Raphael, or Raph. The guy in purple is Donatello or Don or Donny. And the serious guy in the blue-"

"You mean the one with the pretty eyes?"

Mikey snickered. "Yeah that one, his name is Leonardo or Leo as we like to call him."

Isis nodded her head then said, "Those are nice names. They suite you." Mikey blushed a little bit and ducked his head.

"Thanks. But I think you win in the cool names department since Isis is pretty rare to come across nowadays."

Isis looked up at Mikey and blushed, embarrassed by his compliment before muttered a soft, "Thank you for the compliment, but I've always hated my name." Mikey gave her a startled look and was about to ask why when Leo reached out and tapped him on the shoulder, indicating that they had come to the juncture just a little ways from their lair where they needed to stop and blindfold her.

Mikey stopped and Isis followed suite as Leo reached into a small leather bag attached to his belt and pulled out a piece of dark cloth and without explaining a word to her, stepped forward to blindfold her. She looked up at him for a moment with such trust in her eyes that he felt shaken.

She wasn't the Shredders other kid, was she? She was far too pleasant and trusting. But then those things could be faked, he knew that more than anyone.

He tied the blindfold in place and took her arm in his hand and deftly maneuvered her through the tunnels to the lair and kept her out of the way so that Don could punch in the code to open the door. Once that was done he guided her inside of their home and stopped short when he saw his father standing just a few feet away, waiting. His tail twitching in irritation.

"Is this the young lady you mentioned before?"

"Hai, sensei." Leo said as he manuevered her over to stand in front of his master before he bothered to remove the blindfold. The cloth fell away and the woman blinked her eyes at Splinter while Leo and the others waited for her to scream or something.

She was strangely calm though as both she and Splinter sized eachother up before one of them spoke. "Welcome to our lair Miss..."

"Isis."

Splinters whiskers twitched a bit as his lips curved up in a small smile. "Isis. For someone raised by a man with much animosity towards myself and my sons, you are strangely at peace with being in our presence." Leo let go of her and jumped back away from her, his hand going automatically to one of his katana grips. His eyes fixed on the woman as she replied.

"I'm not my father, sir."

"Forgive me if I do not believe you, Isis-" Splinter said as he stepped back a little bit and indicated with his hand that she should come in further. "Please come in and we will speak on the matter further." Isis smiled at him almost wryly and started down the stairs with Splinter and the others following close behind.

The second they hit the last stair Isis politely mentioned how nice their home was. Splinter was a mite startled by the idle chit chat, but said nothing while Leo cast a glance at his brothers. Raph still looked murderous while it appeared that Don had calmed a bit from earlier. Mikey, who was now on the bandwagon had a worried look on his face and kept looking down at the hand that she'd held with a confused look.

As if he couldn't fathom why she had taken his hand when he had offered it. Surely an enemy wouldn't take his hand so easily. Right?

Splinter led them all into the dojo and motioned for Isis to take the mat in front of his own while the rest of them took the mats lining the wall. Splinter lit a few candles then sat down so that he was facing Isis and asked, "About the papers that were delivered to me earlier, I wish to know your thoughts on Karai's wishes?"

"In all honesty sir, I think they are...sound ideas." Isis said as she fidgeted with her right jacket sleeve and tried to resist the urge to squirm under the intense stare directed at her.

"Would you care to explain?" Splinter asked, his tone deceptively light.

"I think Karai spent a lot of her time knowing that she was going to die at the hands of you or one of your sons. I think it bothered her that the fighting might continue even when she was gone. So she tried to think of a way to end the war between our families for good. Disbanding the Foot clan is one way. Renouncing the Purple dragons would be another. But the most absolute way to stop the fighting would be to 1) kill the remaining heir or 2) to have that person marry into your clan. And since I have no personal grudge against you or your sons for the deaths of my father and sister, I have no reason to fight you."

Splinter tilted his head slightly, his ears twitching as he said, "You bear no ill will towards us." He sounded like he didn't believe her. Isis supposed she couldn't blame him there. Especially after everything that had happened between their families.

"No. I think both of our families have suffered enough." Splinter was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say to her. She had an innocent and simplistic view of things. Almost like a child. It made Splinter wonder how she had survived under Oroku Saki's care especially when the man had hated weakness and innocence with a passion.