[Iris was used enough to people passing her by without paying much attention to her. It was better, by far, than those times that her face was too much in the media, causing people to stare and frown if they realized who she was. She was more comfortable being unseen, able to climb into the taxi with no one looking at her twice. And so she did, when Bruce opened the door before she could reach for it, sitting and then sliding carefully across the back seat so that there was plenty of room for him to climb in as well without her crowding (or truthfully, being anywhere close enough to even touch him). And then she simply sat quietly, much as she had been when he found her in the church pew, fingers twisted together in her lap as she stared out the window away from his side of the car.
And then she shifted as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. She didn't know how far they were going, or how much the cab fare would cost. But she did know (or at least guess) that helping her would already be more out of Bruce's pocket than she was happy with. Anything was really more than she was happy with. And so she ran her thumb along the bills in her pocket (gifted from Eddie and Stephanie), waiting at the ready for when their journey came to its end.]