[Her conversation with Bruce had gone so wrong. So, so wrong. She'd already been anxious about the life growing inside of her, but she was trying to stay calm, to work through it. But no. It may have taken Bruce's suspicions for her to question all the strange little things that didn't quite add up in her life with "Gray", but once he said something, it all started falling into place.
Abida had come in as she was writing, the woman worried about the frenetic pace and the scared, manic look in Iris' eyes. She knew she needed to calm down, that her fear would reveal what she knew, but it still flared hotly through her veins. Gray was Ra's. Ra's, who created chaos and killed people like they were worth nothing.
Gray was Ra's and she was pregnant. Which meant that the child... the child would be an al Ghul. Maybe it would be like Talka. Maybe it would be like Damian. Maybe... There were too many maybes and too many things that pointed to her needing to get away. She needed to leave, and it sang through her with an insistence that couldn't be ignored.
She registered when Rafiq appeared and then again when he left, and a part of her mind realized why he was leaving. She knew there wouldn't be anything given to calm her, not now, not in her condition, and so something else would be needed to calm her. And since she couldn't calm down for the woman that was already speaking to her in soft tones, she knew who would be next. Only it wouldn't work any more like it had in the past. Not now that she knew. And he would know that she knew. She could try to keep that knowledge hidden, but she didn't have enough faith in herself to actually make it seem true.
Suddenly on her feet, she began backing away from Abida. Away. She needed to get away. Quickly. Even though she didn't have anything on her more than the light layered clothing she wore around the house. Not even shoes or slippers. But she needed to escape. Beginning to shake her head and back away from Abida, she wracked her brain for the nearest door that would actually work for her to return to the hotel. There were any number of doors to escape into there.
The voice made her startle and turn, eyes wide when she saw him standing there, even though she knew it was inevitable. Her steps retreated again - one and two - bumping her into one of the library's chairs. She reached a hand down to steady herself, the other one pressed hard to her stomach (a habit that used to put her hand right below her ribs, but now anchored it lower on her belly without consciously registering the shift). She pressed and took a shaking breath and tried to pretend like everything was fine.] Hello.