Ray took the water back, capped it and set it on the floor. The girl must not have eaten or drank anything in a day or so, the way she tore into the water.
Ray had to fight to keep the disappointment from showing on his face when Isabel confirmed she hadn't seen either of his former companions. Not like it wasn't a long shot anyway, but it never hurt to hope, right?
Maybe a little.
Then Isabel had started into her story about what happened to her. Seemed like she had gotten into more shit than him, especially when concerning Liz Polanski. And while he agreed with her that Liz fucked a lot of people with her plan, he didn't agree with Isabel's hindsight.
"Hey, yeah she fucked up, but I wouldn't say you shoulda just kill her like that. You wanna be like those people on the announcements every day, murderers, people who finally gave up and started playing? Have Danya or whatever the fuck his name is win?"
Then Isabel was talking about her buddy Dave and the rest of her group, and she looked like she was being crushed under the weight of what she thought she did. Ray could relate. He'd lost Bob and Neill right after he'd really gotten to know them, and for all that his knowledge was they could be getting killed, right now.
Ray reached out, gently, To Isabel, hoping she wouldn't freak out this time. As a career big brother, his knowledge of comfort came from physical contact, and if he couldn't use that, what else did he have?
"Hey, c'mon. You didn't do anything wrong. You had to run, or else you might've been laid up dead or injured somewhere." He said, then he delivered the line that he'd later wonder if everyone who said it knew it was usually, on some level, bullshit. "I'm sure they're ok."