[Iris watches this more than once, rewinding, replaying and examining Allison's face and movements carefully. She wishes she knew her a little better, wishes she had more skill at reading humans; but in the end, she thinks, it has to come down to faith.
Still, she's careful. When the video feed cuts in, Iris is up in the crook of a tree. She could be anywhere in ths forest. She's wearing the blue protective bodysuit Barbara made her, although the colour's barely visible under the smears of mud and grime; Iris' face, too, is daubed in mud and black streaks, and there are leaves and twigs tangled in her hair.]
I get the feeling you mean that. 'Ave you found anyone from our side, yet?
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Still, she's careful. When the video feed cuts in, Iris is up in the crook of a tree. She could be anywhere in ths forest. She's wearing the blue protective bodysuit Barbara made her, although the colour's barely visible under the smears of mud and grime; Iris' face, too, is daubed in mud and black streaks, and there are leaves and twigs tangled in her hair.]
I get the feeling you mean that. 'Ave you found anyone from our side, yet?