Isabela smirked, taking a rather casual look around, approaching his desk in a nonchalant pace. Her hands were at her hips and she looked, well, entirely too comfortable, as though she knew there wasn't any danger of her poking around.

"If I told you how, then that would ruin the mystique of it all." She's at his desk now, picking up a random knickknack to fiddle around with as she talked.

"As for what I want, well, I suppose I can tell you. Part of it, at least. I simply wanted to see the man behind the weaponry, that's all." She put the object down.

It wasn't as simple as that, of course, but it was a start. And an answer to his question.