[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff][b][i]Iris Kingston[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/fc0a9f84cac592710128220e4db8bada/tumblr_oggm69aCVN1ueno0yo4_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=99ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Outside of Justice Asylum ---> Driving to the Circus! 
[b][color=99ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] [color=99ccff]Perception, Photographic Memory[/color] [/center][hr]	Iris gave the Uber driver a smile, confirming on her phone that the license plate matched, before she stepped into the car. As much as she was stressed, she couldn't help but be polite, thanking the man in French as soon as she entered and buckled up. Nothing about her surroundings struck her as odd, yet she kept her phone open on the Uber app out of habit. She was a young girl in a foreign country, after all. She found it much safer to be prepared for the worst - though nothing truly awful had ever happened to her. Just watching the movement of the car on the map gave her a sense of control that she didn't really have.

	[color=99ccff]"Pardon?"[/color] Iris asked, looking up with confusion at the driver. A shiver ran down her spine and she glanced at the app again. They were headed in the right direction. She considered sending a message to Tinder, but he was in a life or death situation. She was just in an extremely uncomfortable car ride at the moment, she tried to reassure herself that at least. She took steady breaths, trying to get a read on the driver. If she felt another twinge of alarm, then she'd alert her agent friend. However, she did slide to the Share My Trip feature on the app, considering punching in Marc's number briefly or her cousin's - but Cecily was out of the country. Her next closest family member was Cecily's brother, Ethan, and she didn't think he'd be much help.

	[color=99ccff]"Are you the relative of one of my patients, sir?"[/color]