Iris seemed to be losing what little composure she had left. She hadn't been sleeping well for months, overworked and, if she was honest with herself, underfed, and there had been more stress involved in this damn building over the last three months than there ever should be in any location anywhere. The lights were giving her a headache and without her usual armor of makeup and bright clothing she felt exposed and defensive and vulnerable.
"I'm not shooting anyone!" She backed away from the table again, and the light widened so that she could not escape it. Her eyes went a little wide. "What, one of you are supposed to shoot at me?" Her voice was losing volume but gaining pitch.