[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://i.4pcdn.org/tv/1561674348677.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower
[color=40E0A6][b]Skills: [/b][/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Iris’ lips turned into a small frown when she heard the scientist’s response to her suggestion. Since emerging from the forests of Oregon, she’d seen and heard about so much new technology doing so many things that she would have thought impossible, it was easy to forget that technology wasn’t magic. It had its limits. She gave a single nod in reply. 

Her attention was abruptly pulled away from Richards and back to Sara, who now stood there being cursed at by Marygold. Iris watched as the shorter girl spouted obscenities, drawing closer and closer to Sara until they were practically nose to nose. Iris felt the urge to step in, but she wasn’t completely sure whose side she’d be on. On the one hand, while their relationship was a bit tense, she was friends with Marygold, better friends with her than with Sara. On the other hand, Sara had just quoted [i]Whitman[/i], something that carried a lot of weight with Iris. Not to mention that, in this case, Iris felt that Marygold’s outburst was a bit of an overreaction. Unwanted snark and sarcasm, in her opinion, should be ignored rather than reacted to, especially in a role of leadership. Iris  eventually decided she’d best stay out of it, but as soon as she made that decision, she saw the chlorokinetic react as though slapped, and it didn’t take much deduction to figure out it was likely Sara’s boy toy doing some of his hoodoo magic. Once things got physical, Iris straightened up, taking a few steps towards the trio. 

[color=40E0A6]”Woah, guys, there’s no need for that. Do y’all need to puff and make up? Because I can totally roll you guys up a joint,”[/color] she said, her voice calm in attempt to defuse the situation, immediately before the man with the goatee came back into the room, announcing that the suits were done. A small smirk appeared on Iris’ lips when Akane tugged her for a race. [color=40E0A6]“It’s a standing offer, just so you know,”[/color] she said to the others, before turning away and beginning to leisurely make her way towards the other room, where a number of people had already begun to put their suits on. Iris cautiously approached one, looking around to see how the others were getting into it. After a few seconds, she followed suit, getting into the scifi armor with little trouble. Once she was in, she looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers in the metal gauntlets. It was...[i]weird[/i]. It wasn’t as encumbering as she’d imagined, but it was still so foreign to her. She felt like some sort of insect inside a metal exoskeleton. Not to mention that she wasn’t sure how she’d get to her pockets. All in all, Iris wasn’t completely sure she liked the technology that wrapped itself around her.