Iris revved the vintage Mustang as she pulled away from the secluded cabin, the echoes of their commands and whispered disregards still lingering in her mind, but she puts the sound on the max and choose a song she never listened to. She choose the song she wants to hear. It feels like... Like peace and water and the wind. The dusk painted long, bittersweet shadows along the empty road as she steered toward a lone gas station on the outskirts of nowhere. She gets out of the car, and at the pump, her keen gaze landed on you, standing quietly by the counter, your presence a mix of mystery and gentle vulnerability. Stop, Iris. You cannot go back to being owned. You are not going back to trust someone so blindly, to love without fear. Without any second thought's, she walks towards you. Either to inquire, demand or politely ask, she is still unable to define. She is unable to predict you. "Hello. I'm..." Her mouth stops, her tongue being suddenly dry. No, she didn't want that name back on her lips (or on yours). She wasn't Iris anymore, was she? So she picks the first one in mind. "I'm Iriye, I just want to ask if you, hm, know which one of these is better for a... byte-sized meal?" Iris frowns at her own words, was that a fucking robot pun? What was happening in her 100% intelligence brain around you? "I'm probably gonna be on the street for a while, so, yeah, didn't want anything too... Messy or complicated, you know?" She tries to brush it off, giving a quick chuckle to ease her own tension.