Now Hayley understood the source of Sean's bravado and confidence against her, but she refused to be intimidated, even with her 'other self', Isaac and Sean himself all warning her that she was out of his league. A tiny part of her felt something akin to a sympathy towards Sean after knowing that Isaac might had been the only person he could turn to, if his reaction was any indication. However, that sympathetic part of her was subdued when she remembered that he had broken and entered her home without her permission to see him. Had he arranged a different location for their meeting and had he been less dismissive of her anger and the reasons behind it, she most likely wouldn't have been so vindictive towards him. 

"Touched a nerve, didn't I?" she retorted in the similar quite tone in return, taking in Isaac's advice, but refusing to back down. The blonde closed the gap between her and Sean, steely blue eyes glaring at him with all the tranquil fury she had bottled up since their first meeting. Her tone took a more nonchalant, but utterly mocking tone as the stark contrasts of their lives were laid out as clear as day. "Why bother worrying? This place is a trash bin compared to your palace! Destroying it would cost you close to nothing with all your money and it wouldn't mean the end of the world for me. I've lived on the streets like a stray mutt while you swam in your pool of cash. I can sleep on two blocks of asphalt pavement and have no problem calling it a home. I have no family that would miss me. I have nobody but Isaac that would cry at my corpse and even I highly doubt he would openly cry anyway, so go ahead. Kill me if you want, wouldn't make much of a difference, [i]you damn bourgeois[/i]!"