You're just doing your job of repairing any damage done to the fortifications of your small safezone, when you feel someone sluggishly rest their head on your shoulder from behind. Looking back, it's Iris. Isn't she supposed to be beekeeping, though...?

"...not a single word. Just...give me a moment."

She then mutters under her breath: "You're not one of those idiots. I can tolerate you..."