It feels like a device to her. Hayley isn't exactly subtle about her curiosity and his words somehow feel like they're taking advantage of that fact. Or maybe she's just looking for reasons to be angry and distrust him. Either way, her grip on the door handle tightens until her knuckles are white, out of sight of the figure before her.

"Why are you here?" She tries to make her voice level, but it sounds nearly as shaky and uncertain as she feels. For all her efforts at facades, controlling subconscious physical reactions is still beyond her. Maybe with more practice, across the years, but not here, not now.