"The fact that I'll be annoyed with you if you use magic to get out of an unsavory situation," says Isabella archly. "The fact that you probably wouldn't recognize a likely possible deadly weapon if you saw one. The fact that you aren't familiar with local customs and laws. I do not understand why mages keep thinking they can drop into American metropolises and be anything less than hilariously unprepared."
"Well, to be fair, there's absolutely no frame of reference to compare them with. Out largest cities before the invasion don't compare to what you have here."
It has tall buildings and lights and cars and people in it.
And that's the end of Xiara's commentary. Her cat prances along behind her, looking up towards the buildings but otherwise unaffected.
"Don't walk in the streets unless you see somebody else who knows what the hell they're doing going right there, right then," says Isabella, "or you are likely to be arrested and/or hit by one of the cars."
"I was not going to walk in front of the large, fast moving, metal magical constructs. I am not an idiot."
"Even if you don't see a car coming, I don't think I'd recommend jaywalking," says Isabella. "You don't know the traffic laws, you don't know how fast they corner or their stopping distance. Okay, there's a Sheraton, we can put you in the Sheraton." She leads everybody to the Sheraton.
Seraphina seems to have lost her voice and is just going to meekly follow. This is such a big city, with such - scary things.
"Mm." She eyes a pedestrian crossing the road at a crosswalk, and notes the procedure there, as she follows Isabella. "The small paths across the road, only, I expect."
Here is the Sheraton. Isabella inquires if they have a two-bed room open. They do! How fortunate.
How incredibly fortunate indeed! They must look very strange, but Xiara does not look like she cares in the slightest.
The person behind the desk doesn't comment on the period clothing. He takes Isabella's shiny black credit card, and looks sort of worried when she gives him her phone number too to call "if there are any problems; they're from very far away and might not understand how this works".
Her accent is noticeably better than Xiara's. It actually rivals Adarin's extremely clear accent, though she speaks slower and more carefully. She's good with her voice, not familiar with the language.
"Of course," says the clerk, and he hands over two keycards and Isabella leads everybody to the elevator.
Seraphina looks between Isabella and Adarin, confused. When they're heading to the elevator, she asks, "... Why aren't you two married yet?"
"Why would we need to be?" Isabella pushes the elevator call button and an elevator reveals itself to them and she ushers everybody in.
"Because you very obviously love each other?" says Seraphina, confused. "And if you were married it would be harder for anyone to - challenge, or do anything about."
"I really don't see how it would help. We wouldn't be sending engraved wedding announcements to those people." Isabella pats Adarin's arm and presses the number 5 on the wall and the elevator starts going up.
"No, of course not, but it's - harder for anyone to weasel their way into thinking that they have a chance to end your relationship. If he is your boyfriend, he can break up with you and that's it, if he is your husband, there's - it's harder to do, harder to walk away from. They would recognize that."
The elevator dings, and the door opens on a hall of hotel rooms. Isabella compares the signage with the number written on the keycard envelope and leads the way.