Iris' eyes weren't up to searching for things in dim light, and she was reminded of those long months between blindness and sight that she'd had to fight her way through to get to where she was today. Her heart was racing and part of her, a very deep, hidden part, was angry that someone thought they could just break their way in and place more stress on a boy that had already been hurt more than any child should be.
She saw the figure nearing the window, the orange finally standing out in the dim light, but it was the straightjacket that caused her heart to skip not one, but several beats. She heard the low murmur, the talk of a kitty cat, and while something rang familiar about that, the fear and overwhelming desperate worry kept her from the connection at first.
"No," she finally managed, voice catching in her throat as she saw how Gus was held in the stranger's arms. Even through the anti anxiety medication she usually took, the other host of drugs that she was on on a daily basis, the emotions were overwhelming: fear, concern, anger. There was worry for Gus but very little for herself. In that moment, she knew she would do what it took to keep him safe.