Isaac raises his head when she squeezes his shoulder. She has a point, at the very least. The memories glitch hadn't lasted very long, but would this be the same? The hand on his shoulder grounds him, though, and calms him down.

"Maybe. It's been a while since that happened, so why now?"

This isn't anything like what they dealt with back home, and even then he was never much of the one to actually spearhead the problem solving. He wrings his hands together for a minute, knuckles white as he grips his fingers together. "I can't even fight," he laughs a little. "I had Derek give me the bite so I could be strong, and without that..."

It feels a little silly, when he says it out loud, and while the fear now isn't quite the same as the fear he felt facing his father, it's all rooted in the same place.