Rebekah doesn't ruin a good pair of shoes for just anyone.

Hayley is, in some indefinable way, special.

It wasn't that she was a werewolf – she has seen and met and killed hundreds in her time – or that she is unafraid to stand up for herself (against Klaus, nonetheless), or even that she's pregnant with the first child to be born into the Mikalson family in over a thousand years, although that has a lot to do with it.

It was the way she hesitated before fleeing the hunters in the Bayou, the coffee she flung at a nightwalkers eye to protect her child, the poker she'd threatened her with when they'd first met.

She was moonlight and demon's spawn, salt water and iron blood, a tigress and wolf cub all rolled into one.

She didn't ruin a pair of shoes for anyone. Hayley wasn't just anyone.