Overture Downs oh, i think you're standing on my left foot

yes.
the question was not about iris, really, or at least that was what she felt; it was more for him, whether or not he was willing to blindly accept a stranger into his fold. she looks at him resolutely, shifting now to walk toward him as if it were a silent gesture for him to lead the way.
whatever you need, i'll do, her smile does not falter, but shifts into something that borders on a genuine gesture of kindness. as long as i've got a place to sleep at night. deal?
she winks.