[She gives him a pointed look, one that says she knows that he knows that it was deliberate and his comments are entirely unnecessary. Hayley sits on the foot of her bed, pulling her legs up beneath her to sit cross-legged and giving a nod at the chair at her desk not too far from where she sits. Her hands hold the cup of coffee between them.]

I'll tell you the same thing I told Solomon. The fancy entrance is cute and all, but if you want to visit me? Use the door like a normal person. This place needs more normal.