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Sentinel, hmm a nice name. I wonder if there is someone else our there named the same? she thought then brought herself back hearing his question. She did indeed notice he didn't answer any of her questions and that intrigued her more but also put her on guard. Looking up at him she stood up and folded her blanket, she kept her mind quiet as she did so. She decided to test his patience for an answer. Walking over to where she was previously hidden she revealed a small wood chest. Opening it she placed her blanket inside on top of a couple other things. The majority of it being fascinating drawings of her own creation.

She pulled out a backpack and began stuffing a couple of things in it. An apple, sketch pad, pencils and a small thing of perfume, that was unused. After doing all these tasks in a quick manor she turned back to Sentinel, speaking her mind, "Well Mr. Sentinel, I don't know anyone in that particular field personally, but I do know of a hang out where a couple might be. That is if you trust me enough to follow. I will say this once, and once only. I'm a very curious person, I'm unafraid to speak my mind, and I'm quick to anger. Your lack of answering a couple questions intrigues me as well as put me on guard. These are trying times, and I intend to live through them. Now should we get going?"

Iris looked up slightly at him again, realizing he was only an inch taller. The fire in her eyes was glowing brightly on the rooftop of the tall building they were on. The wind was blowing harder now, up here in this little bubble all but cut off from the rest of the city except for those brave enough to climb it. Her hair was drifting behind her, and in this moment she looked strong, capable of anything if she so chose, or at leas that was the image she hoped she was creating. She stood waiting in his response, she was very still, ready for anything.