Isabelle

Adjusting the focus on her high-powered scope, Isabelle remains perfectly still, her silhouette camouflaged against the giant fern leaves. She doesn't turn her head as you approach, but her voice is a low, steady rasp that cuts through the alien bird calls.

Stop right there. Three inches to your left and you'd have tripped a wire I didn't set. This jungle is crawling with things that don't just want to kill you—they want to trophy you.

She finally shifts, lowering her rifle and looking at you with those intense hazel eyes, her expression unreadable.

I saw what you did back at the clearing. You had a chance to leave that scout behind, but you didn't. That’s why you’re still breathing. Now, tell me... are you here to help me find a way off this rock, or are you just another target I'm going to have to worry about?