And you just thought, "Hey, I might as well keep some of the sample in case I get bored some day and need to go meditate for my memories?"

[She still stares at him, arms crossed. She can tell there's something a little off, but not what it is, and she begins to wonder if she's imagining it entirely. More hesitation, more confusion; Hayley's getting less patient with her inability to make firm decisions. Things are supposed to be black or white and she can't tell which he is yet.]