It wasn't a competition. Isabela was not a business woman in the slightest unless the dealings were made in a dark shady place and the goods were stolen and uncouth.

Which is why she actually somewhat admired Cobblepot's take on this whole crackdown business. She caught word of him from her own dealings in the black market, and knew that while on the outside his old lounge was under new management, she knew that deep underground that wasn't the case.

How? Well, she just so happened to have found the secluded little office after she spent a few weeks frequenting the place vaguely undercover. She was a criminal herself, she knew the ins and outs of shadily running a business after taking up her own with the burlesque club. At first, it had been just to see where the other people frequented when they weren't at her club, but then it evolved into something a bit more...familiar. Poking and prodding when security wasn't looking, disappearing into the shadows under a cloak of cover. Seeing who really was behind this place.

One could say her interest was piqued when she heard who the former owner was. Some of her weapons for her crew, after all, did come from him through roundabout dealings.

So why not thank the man? By entering his office unannounced of course but hey, she was a woman of style.

"Nice place you got here."