The thing with being the messenger of the gods was that it didn't care about the havoc it could wreak with a schedule. She did her best, and she knew that anyone else wouldn't do half as well as she did. Still, Iris hated when things were pushed back, even by minutes.
Iris liked being on time. When possible, she liked being just a little early. She had not managed that this evening. Even couple of minutes was a couple of minutes, and she was glad that they were just hitting a pub and nowhere fancy. Dressing for that would not have held up to the rush she threw herself into until she was around the corner from their meeting place. Once she was around said corner, Iris stopped, took a couple of breaths and made sure everything was as it should be. She'd already run into National Security....literally, and while slightly drunk, at that. No need to keep going down that route.
Iris turned the corner, and when she saw National Security (actually, Jamie....some of these gods had such unwieldy 'names'....) checking his watch, she smiled. He was on time. She appreciated that. She refused to think about how she herself hardly was, and walked up to him. "Good evening." The smile became just a touch wider.