Izzy stood silently outside of Rafael's room. She could hear the old recording playing over a few times. His pain wasn't something that Izzy could truly understand, just like Whisper's, but she couldn't sit idly by while her teammate was emotionally reeling.

As the recording comes to a close, Izzy knocks on the door. "Rafael? It's Izzy, I um..." She stumbles for the words to say. Why didn't she ever try to think before speaking?

"Well, I was worried about you being alone and I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to, um.. to help. I mean I don't really know what I could do..."

As she carelessly spilled her thoughts, she trailed off into mumbles, almost like Whisper.