"Private," Iris repeated, as if the man had proposed they meet down the dark alleyway outside where no one would be around to hear her scream. Then a moment later her brow furrowed, and he spoke of the time period and more of Evan that, perhaps, was not common knowledge. Even if this man was FBI, he'd still have to go through WITSEC to learn certain things, and the marshals (whatever else they might be) took their jobs damn seriously. She had trusted that the things she had taught Evan and his own unfailing intelligence would protect him even after he disappeared without notice, but the temptation of information concerning him was strong indeed. She swayed a little between acceptance and denial, and knew very well that Micah would disapprove of her trusting anyone that she had not met before. Hell, Iris didn't make it a policy to trust anyone.
But Evan... she peered into Xavier's eyes. "I assumed it was important, or there would have been more than a note."
Finally, she nodded, slowly. "Two-oh-six," she said. "I've got a key here." And she did, since there had been some changing of hands in terms of the ownership of #206, but in the end she was going to live there again. #905 had been short-lived, but not entirely unexpected. Upon the invitation, she tipped her head a little toward the stair and walked up it.