“I don't think there's much conversing with squirrels anyway,” she responded without skipping a beat. “It's all in body language, twitching of the tail and about how loud and angry they can chirp and chitter at each other. I don't think it's terribly complicated.” Iris was teasing, in a friendly sort of way that this mission would probably require. They would, once they found the mortals, likely be confronted with some that had very distinct language barriers, were probably illiterate and unclean by Greek standards. As much amusement as could be had should be had whenever the moment gave way.
Which was why she gave Hera a smirk and said, “I don't think the trees will be much for conversation either. I'm not sure about you, but I am not fluent in dendrilogia.” It wasn't really a word, or a language from what Iris knew. But it was something she made up on the spot, a nonsense word that would get her point across nicely and if she was lucky maybe even an amused look from her employer.
In the meanwhile, she cast a gaze toward the treetops and the horizon in general, looking for simple signs of civilization -though she would use the term civilization loosely. Seeing a few small tendrils of smoke on the air to their north, Iris nodded and gestured toward what she had spotted. It was possible Hera had seen it as well. “That way?” She asked, letting Hera decide exactly they were going it. It was proper and right after all.