Before Hayley could react, she found herself and Isaac ambushed by a man. Her survival instinct kicked in and she proceeded to move into a fighting stance in reflex, but her injuries made her stance mildly unstable. [i]Damn it! Why now, of all times?[/i] she thought, angrily remembering her own problems and guessing that as the reason why she had been less alert of the stalker's presence. The name seemed to be familiar in the faintest sense, but consumed by the heat of the moment, it was all but ignored entirely and she paid no heed to that gut feeling. "Sorry, bud, but you're not taking him anywhere anytime soon," she said to him, glaring at the man with a British accent.