She's tempted to ask how this is supposed to discourage her, as being face down on the floor sounds like a step up to her. However, that would be super rude. And giving away more than she wanted to about her current state of mind--if someone couldn't already pick it up from the way she was going after those drinks.

Besides, there's something else she needs to discuss with the woman--It's not hard to guess who she was, Isabela was a distinctive figure. Lots of jewelry, and Beleth could see black underthings if she tilted her head to the right angle. So Beleth sets her drink down.

"...You're Isabela, right? Zevran told me to ask you for help--um. Did he--Did he talk to you...?" Was she going to have to explain this? Shit.