"Isaac...? Isaac?! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Hayley shouted, fear and anger in her cracking voice, as the woman discarded her useless gun and looked at Isaac in the eye. From the smile on her face and her confident posture, she clearly didn't fear him as much as her men did, evident from their panicked murmurings and skittish body language. "[i]Buongiorno[/i], Isaac Ryder. It appears that intel's words on you are no exaggeration," she said to him, then asked, "What business do you have with [i]Signorina[/i] Hayley? Don't you have other priorities to attend to?"