Issui smothers her amusement. Instead she straightens up and looms over her friend here, leaning down into his face with her eyes very wide again. "Who told you about the well?" she rasps quietly. She shifts around just enough to rattle her restraints alarmingly.

After a long, nicely awkward moment of lurking, she settles into her usual slouch and shuffles back out of his immediate personal space. Just in time to notice that their incoming visitor is a lot closer. And not restrained at all. That's interesting. She tilts her head, considering. "No," she replies after thinking it over, "but then again, they only just pried me out of the well." Issui manages to somehow smile forlornly, which is a real talent.