Isaac makes a face that he's sure looks strange considering he's not used to feminine features. "Trust me, I kind of ruined a lot of furniture the first time this happened," Isaac promises, raising his hands up. "I couldn't get my claws to go away for a while," he admits, glad that this time, it seems to be controlled.

When he gets to his room, he digs out his key and uses his hip to push inside. His room's a mess here, about the same as he'd kept it at home (if he can call it home, given that Scott's house was a great place to stay, but he's not sure it was home). "Here," Isaac offers, taking the jacket off before he grabs a pile of clothes, heading for the bathroom. "Last time this happened, no one from home was here," Isaac explains from behind the mostly closed door. "I guess I'm not living this one down, huh?"