First of all, that's not her name.

[Isabela glares at the apparition.]

Shut up! Don't you dare do this in front of Merrill.

Whyever not? She's a grown woman - unlike YOU, with that attitude. Doesn't she deserve to know you're a worthless load, Naishe?

Don't you ever call me that!

[The image of Isabela's mother disappears, replaced with a middle-aged man walking around comfortably despite blood from a cut throat spilling on his pricey clothes.]

Ah, so you do prefer the name I gave you. I'm so happy you appreciated at least one gift...