"I'm trying at the friends thing, but trusting people is hard." Betrayal is a big part of Izzy's memory. Overt and just- accidental. Being rejected, or just always being picked second. It's hard to put that side-by-side with the friends she has made and think 'these strangers won't do that.'

Plus Claude pretty much owned up to being a cagey paranoid bastard, which she could relate to but made trusting hard.

Izzy stands up on the wall, and takes a few steps so she can get eye to eye with Claude. Considering if she had any other questions for him. Trying to get at his past, trying to gleam a few more details about who he really is. "What color were your mother's eyes?"

A question asked with all the seriousness she could muster for a question that was, entirely designed, to be nonsensical.