Eliot made mental note of the bag and the contents he could see through it subconsciously. Nothing out of the ordinary, which was in itself surprising. He still couldn't believe that Iris had just changed into an average citizen while he hadn't been looking. No more unlikely than your own metamorphosis, a voice in his head countered.
"No," he said, holding a hand out to take the bag from her, "they found her the way she was." There had been signs of definite concern, even if they had all displayed them differently. "Probably have as little a clue about what happened as we do."