Hearing Hayley say that she was an underground fighter, Isaac finds it difficult to believe otherwise. She definitely had the physique of a fighter. With a temper to match, he thinks, recalling the three men she sent scampering away earlier that evening. Looking back at his stew as she asks about what he did, Isaac shrugs and says, "I don't really have a job, as far as I can remember. Lately, I've just been asking for loose change and doing odd jobs for people for food. There's a diner I go to every once in awhile, where I get cheap meals, since the owners like me. Ever since I lost my memory, they've even given me some cooking tips. All in all, it's really not that bad." [i]Easy for you to say,[/i] Vincent complains. [i]You're not the one confined inside this hovel you call a head![/i]