As was her custom, Isabel slept in her clothes- while she was fairly certain that nothing would happen in the morning that required urgent action, it was always good to prepare for the worst. Sure enough, the doorbell woke her from her light sleep rather early in the morning. In a second, she was sitting upright, her blankets on the floor. While the bun had fallen out of her hair, she looked relatively well put-together for having just rolled out of bed. Cautiously, she opened her door to peer down the hall and see who had arrived. Recognizing the older gentleman who had hired her on full-time, she relaxed,stepping into view. "Good morning," she echoed, nodding cordially.