Isaac nods and walks into his room, shutting the door behind him softly. Over the past week, he had managed to get more clothes, which he changes into: a simple black t-shirt, jeans, and his usual boots. Pulling his overcoat on, he says to Vincent, [i]Don't get too riled up, alright? I don't need you to make a massacre of the place.[/i] Vincent scoffs and asks, [i]Who do you think I am? I'm not [u]always[/u] looking for an excuse to kill someone![/i] Isaac raises an eyebrow and asks, [i]Oh, yeah? What about that little old lady who was taking her time at the checkout earlier?[/i] Vincent then responds, [i]She didn't have to write a fucking check! I swear, we were there for days![/i] Sighing, Isaac steps out of his room and calls, "Hayley? I'm ready to go!"