By the time Isaac step out of his room, Hayley was already on and about with breakfast, preparing some flapjacks with pre-made batter and maple syrup. Glancing back at the sound of open door, she looked at him with a gaze of friendliness and utter confusion at the same time. "Mornin'. Did you sleep well...?" she asked, sounding rather spacey which was highly unusual for her. It seemed that her subconscious 'programming' left a few first-time residue, so much that she couldn't help but feel jittery.