[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ff/73/3f/ff733f92936a5c3c2cc4b289c91a7f24.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Hallway Outside Hangar -> Blackbird Hangar
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	Iris' head popped up from it's position lazily resting on her shoulder when a loud thud sounded from one of the hall's walls, the sound of something slamming into the other side of it. It caused Iris to let out a sigh. It sounded like the team was in another little fight, which meant her break was over, a fact only solidified when she heard a banging on the door in front of her, followed by Annie's voice. It caused a small smirk to creep onto her lips. Of course the X-Men's resident fluffball was the one coming to check on her. That girl couldn't do anything wrong if she tried, at least in Iris' book. It was enough to get Iris back onto her feet. She took a deep breath, the shakiness practically gone at this point, and she wiped her eyes one more time. They remained red, but with her weed cigarette held between her thumb and finger, she had plausible deniability. She looked to Upsilon, standing by the door, and she gave him a nod.

	[color=40E0A6]"Chin up, smile on, let's fucking go, my dude,"[/color] she said, forcing her lips back into her trademark dopy grin. She opened the door just enough for her to slide through, and promptly shut it again when she was out. The last thing she needed was for anyone to see the charred hallway and start asking questions. She gave Annie a nod. [color=40E0A6]"Yeah, I'm all good, just taking my vitamin C, if you know what I'm saying,"[/color] she assured her fellow blonde, holding up her lit doobie so there was no doubt just what she was saying. She absentmindedly tugged at the charred ends of her sleeves as she turned her eyes to the scene in front of her, namely the new person, dressed all in black and wielding some sort of fancy antique stick with a little hula-hoop at the top. Waverley looked at her, lips pursed with confusion.

	[color=40E0A6]"Okay, sooo, two questions...who is she, and what does a hot goth chick have to do with the jungle?"[/color] she asked, using the end of her cigarette to point at Runa. Having come in late, she'd just missed the entire briefing, and had no clue what was going on.