Iris stiffened at the sound of footsteps approaching, and turned to see what looked like a college freshman and his mother approaching. She knew that wasn't the case, though, even if the comparison raised her spirits a notch. This had to be Hera. She wasn't sure who the man was, and quite frankly, as long as it wasn't Ares (and Hera had promised it wasn't), she didn't much care. As long as everyone kept their word.
Hera was approaching with her hands out, as though Iris was dangerous. And in a way, she supposed she was, at least to her. It would have been easy for Iris snatch up both Hera and her escort and deposit them in some far-flung corner of the earth, or for Zeph to bind them with air where they stood.
But both of them knew how much hung on this meeting. Both of them knew how much there was at stake. So Iris simply nodded, motioning for both Hera and her guard to take seats.
"You're so much...smaller than before," she said, after a moment. "I don't know why I was expecting anything specific, really. It's luck of the draw, from what I've been told. It just doesn't fit, somehow. But that's neither here nor there, and I'm not here to make jabs."
Being on the other side of the equation was new to Iris. She wasn't used to having any sort of say in how things went, she was always being told where to go, what to do. Sometimes even who to imitate. But now she didn't even know where to start.
"I can always use friends," she admitted. "My partners help, but truthfully, the list of people I can trust is short. It's basically them. So I suppose my first question is: what's your main goal for the evening?"