A warm little chuckle tickles her throat, more amusement than mockery, as Kuja bows. Though she's not wearing a dress, just robes at the moment, she drops him a practiced courtesy in return. Isabel has managed to learn something in the way of manners, after all.

"Likewise, sir." It wasn't nobility for her, but stodgy old Order of Hermes mages who'd been alive during her world's Dark Ages and were still cranky about being dragged, kicking and screaming, into the modern day. They demanded manners, and anyone who wanted to be taught by them, or even speak to some of the old farts, had best learn to deal with them on their own terms. So she had.

"So, are there things you want to learn about besides magic? We are expected to take electives, after all." And really, sometimes Isabel was as curious as a dozen cats. Kuja had piqued her interest.