Hayley, alarmed by the sudden noise of the opening door, whipped around to look at Isaac as he delivered his grim news, her towel falling off in the process and exposing her bare upper torso to Isaac and, to an extension, Vincent's eyes. "Are you serious?!" she frowned and easily guessed from his voice that he wasn't playing any games with her this time around. "Alright, gimme a minute! Go get your clothes! We might be in for a rough one," she said, ignoring the fact that she had accidentally flashed her roommate and lover, and dashed for the bedroom, putting on an ensemble of brown leather jacket, black shirt with bulletproof padding designed by Sean, and a pair of dark jeans. She also wore a pair of black combat shoes just in case they had to jump into a real warzone. Barging out of the bedroom, she ran into the living room, half-shouting, "Sean, what the hell's going on?!"