Rowan shrugged as well, unsure about the situation still. Her gaze shifted away to look boredly out of the window. As Evan spoke up on a lighter note, she perked up slightly and gave a grin. "Oh yeah? Well I say ten bucks she tries to run when they get to her place!" she snickered, quick to hop in on the bet. The girl had seemed pretty mild mannered, something that Rowan supposed wasn't too surprising since she was the daughter of a politician, but surely she'd try to make a break for it. Rowan just figured it'd be sooner rather than later. As the rain started to pour down with heavier drops, her gaze drifted to watch the water droplets roll down the window. The woman smirked faintly as Evan asked about why Damian had brought her along. "Well I've been pestering him to let me do something for a while now. So I'm guessing he did it as a way to try and please me as well as still keep an eye on me. You know how he is." she explained with an exaggerated groan. A gleam of mischief entered her gaze as she glanced over at Evan. "Of course, I'll probably figure some way to weasel my way into a different job. Maybe something with a bit more pizazz than just bothering some politician into giving us his daughter... You're his second so just give me a heads up if something comes around." she told him with a sly wink. At the offer of food, Rowan paused to think it over. While not particularly hungry, she also wasn't incredibly eager to get home. Damian deserved a bit of trouble after the decision he had made that night so seeing no reason to rush off home, she nodded her head. "Sure, let's grab something! But let's go to that Rosebery Pub! They have the best chicken sandwiches there. Plus I see no reason to rush." Rowan said with a dismissive wave before smirking. "After all I'm going to win the bet so, he's probably going to have to chase after her when she makes a break for it." --- Damian got into the car and started it up. He began his drive to her building, falling silent for a moment as he focused on the road. The leader didn't flinch at the silence and instead welcomed it. Unfortunately it was short lived as Iris spoke up again to begin asking him questions. He supposed it was only natural. Her whole life was changing without her consent and she was suddenly being shipped off to be under his care. He realized he probably owed her quite a bit of honesty for all of it. "It is. For a while at least. From how it sounded back there, I'm not sure you know much about me." Damian mused thoughtfully as he kept his eyes on the road. "I'm Damian Byre, leader of the Byre family if that rings a bell at all. We're.. Well a gang. Or mafia if that's what you'd prefer to label us as. Due to the enemies we've made over the years, it'd be dangerous to let you continue your life regularly once word of this gets around and trust me, it will. Dangerous people will target you if they think it's a way to get to me or my family." His gaze hardened for a moment and he side glanced at Iris. "So until things die down, you'll be stuck either at the house or with an escort, I'm afraid." He gave his shoulders a small shrug and slowed the car to a stop as they arrived at a light. "As for what you should bring... Well that's up to you. Bring as much or as little as you want so long as it fits in the car. If you want any furniture, I can have it arranged to be picked up tomorrow sometime." he explained as he drove onwards. "Any other questions while we're at it?"