[Iris, in her red silk bathrobe, is already waiting in her open doorway. Watching for potentially-murderous hallway lurkers has become a habit, and she's already there before she remembers where she came by it. The irony amuses her, but she stays anyway so she can watch Barbara's approach.]
Hey there, gorgeous.
[If she sees the doubt, she doesn't show it. Iris' room is like a girly magpie's nest; it's tidier than usual since Lua's brief stay, but the drifts of paperbacks, cosmetic jars, perfume bottles, unidentifiable bits of technology, scribbled notes and sketches and letters would take a multitude of Luas ten years to make much impact on. Still, the thick-piled dusk-pink carpet is more visible than usual. The room's dominated by the enormous four-poster bed with its white tiger-fur bedspread, and the Daliesque painting featuring a nude, younger Iris in a fantasy landscape of glass men, wheeled dragons and giant mechanical bees that overlooks it. The hot tub is in its own little alcove, and its steam scents the whole suite with jasmine.]
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Hey there, gorgeous.
[If she sees the doubt, she doesn't show it. Iris' room is like a girly magpie's nest; it's tidier than usual since Lua's brief stay, but the drifts of paperbacks, cosmetic jars, perfume bottles, unidentifiable bits of technology, scribbled notes and sketches and letters would take a multitude of Luas ten years to make much impact on. Still, the thick-piled dusk-pink carpet is more visible than usual. The room's dominated by the enormous four-poster bed with its white tiger-fur bedspread, and the Daliesque painting featuring a nude, younger Iris in a fantasy landscape of glass men, wheeled dragons and giant mechanical bees that overlooks it. The hot tub is in its own little alcove, and its steam scents the whole suite with jasmine.]