While she had been watching the ground as they were stepping through the snow, Isabelle eventually lifted her head at Lucina's question, turning her head back towards her teammate before facing forward again. "Just the map. Nothing too cool. Although, we are a little closer than I expected us to be. So we'll most likely be able to make it there before dark, even if some monsters do distract us."

It took them less than a minute of walking to reach the beginning of the forest, where a winding path would lead the way through. The cleared-out road was about six meters across, giving them a decent amount of room to fight if necessary. Despite the fact that it hadn't gotten dark out yet, the thick canopy had been covered heavily by the snowfall, the shadows cast making the forest seem a lot more dim as they entered it. Of course, it wasn't as bad as it would have been if it were night, but it would certainly make it difficult to see anything beyond a short distance. Being a faunus, Isabelle wasn't too phased by this, but it was still less than favorable. Feeling the need to fill the silence, she simply asked the first relevant question that came to mind. "... Why do people live out here? This place is real spooky."

She made a mental note of his reaction to her story, but didn't continue any further with it. Instead, she only laughed at his question, leaning her head against her hand as she propped her metal arm up on the table.

"That idea hadn't crossed my mind. I'm pretty sure it's not, though." Vivian took another bite of her food, waiting until she had finished the piece before she started speaking again. "Maybe I'm wrong, because I don't really go on dates. But, I think to call it that, we would have had some kind of acknowledgement beforehand that that's what we're doing. I'd probably say, I dunno... just 'having dinner'?" Chuckling again, she put both of her arms back down, looking back at him as she took a short break from the massive meal in front of her. "Now, if you had actually asked to go on a date, well, that'd be a different story."

"Tch. Probably the same amount of times I've been told I was too tall for something." Holding up her free hand, she pressed the tips of her thumb and index finger together, making a small circle with them. "Zero times."

Putting her hand back down, she casually sipped at her drink, only stopping once he had finished asking his question. "Oh, now you care about being rude?" Setting down the glass, she giggled a little to make it obvious that she was just teasing him. She then folded her metal hands together as they rest on the table, turning her head to look back at him again.

"Well, let's see... I was born and raised here in Vale. I've always been a city-dweller because of it; never liked the country." Bringing one hand up, she rubbed at her chin a little, seemingly trying to recall a specific detail. "I think my biological parents came from Vacuo, but we never met." She shrugged. "I was adopted, but that doesn't bother me. As far as I'm concerned, they're my real parents. Besides, I have my dad to thank for these beauties." Raising one of her arms, she pretended to flex with the metal prothsetic, smiling at him as she did so.

"Why is that so funny?" Vivian responded quietly, looking at him briefly with an annoyed pout. A moment later, she shrugged, the confident smile returning to her face. "Besides, even if I can't eat it all, that just means more leftovers. I'm preparing for the future, obviously." With her glass now refilled, she took it in her metal hand once again, making a light clink sound as it made contact. She made sure to hold it the way he had recommended, still wanting to avoid it breaking.

"I think I'll be good after this one." The faunus took a short sip of it before pausing, though she didn't place it down just yet. "I'm a bit of a lightweight, though I'm sure you could tell that much. Don't wanna get wasted here."

Isabelle stayed silent as she simply listened to her teammates, having since returned her gaze to the map on her scroll. The change of plans had made her want to be more prepared, so she felt the need to at least try and memorize some of it. Seeing as Iron was to go with the Professor and meet up with the trio later, they were two people shorter than what she had been expecting, something that could result in a much more dangerous scenario if things went wrong in some way. Being familiar with their surrounding could help with that, or at least she believed so.

Giving a simple "Yep," in response to Lucina's question, her eyes lingered on the map for another moment before she looked over her shoulder at the two. "Well, Ayaka, you're free to wear whatever you want when it's not cold." Isabelle turned back to look at the map again, avoiding looking at Ayaka as she attempted to not insult her at the same time. "It's just, if you're going to wear pants... Why not wear ones that cover both legs instead of just one?"

Deciding that her wording still came off as somewhat judgemental, she waved one hand to dismiss what she had said, putting her scroll away again before turning to face both of her teammates. "I mean, whatever. You guys are the ones with fashion sense, not me." She shrugged, figuring it would be best to move on from that subject. "Since it's just us for now, we should get going quickly. Grimm are going to be harder to deal with if it's dark out." The faunus turned around and began treading through the snow, giving a short chuckle as she realized one small detail. Being as socially inept as she was, it didn't really occur to her that what she was about to say could be perceived as mildly more offensive than criticism of clothing. "Well. More so for you two, probably..."

Vivian was careful as she lifted the glass of wine, wanting to avoid accidentally shattering it with her iron grip. Drinking wasn't something that she did often, and for that exact reason. The more drunk you get, the easier it is for you to break things. When you've got the strength equivalent to that of multiple people built into your arms, things get a lot more difficult to control. Of course, she didn't mind alcohol in moderation, but she still preferred using other substances with less impairing effects.

"Huntress-in-training myself. Third year at Beacon so far." Vivian took a sip of the drink slowly, tasting it a little, then setting the glass down again. Her eyes returned to him as she started looking him up and down. "Hm... I'd try to guess what year you're in, but I honestly have no clue. Your height kinda throws me off." Her gaze turned back to meet his, and she gave a small wave of her hand. "No offense, though. Not sure if you wanna talk about that."

Vivian followed closely as they approached the hostess, immediately starting to judge the woman as she was probably doing the same to her. She couldn't help but have a smug grin once they were allowed through anyway, proud of the fact that she could enter an establishment while still dressing like herself. Of course, that was all thanks to Michael. Once they finally reached their table, Vivian went to whisper something to him, having to stand on her toes to reach. Even then, she wasn't nearly tall enough to be close to his ear, but she whispered anyway. "She doesn't seem too happy."