Iris flushed and color warmed both cheeks under the careful definition of her face and cosmetics. The deliberate (she thought) use of that same phrase had an obvious effect, and, apparently oblivious of the proper norm and situation, she pulled the chair across from him out and sat down very heavily. Fortunately there weren't a lot of people there, and there was also another staff member present, the kind that couldn't care less what happened in the shop as long as Iris helped where and when she was supposed to help.
She leaned in and put her voice down. "Who the hell are you?"