"Surprise," Isaac deadpans, fidgeting with the jacket to get it tighter around him so he can crouch down and tie the shoes, even though they're still flopping around with the sudden shoe size change. He peers up at Scott from where he's knelt over, still pretty lanky but like he was before the bite, without much grace. "Hey, which way did you come in?" he asks, suddenly hoping maybe he can figure out a way to get back to normal without having to spend weeks like this again.