[Iris knew, in the way that she'd known since childhood, that she was making a scene. She could feel her mother's disappointment from across a door and across a country, a sensation of guilt that lodged somewhere behind her ribs. Everything within her said to acquiesce, to go along with what he was proposing, but those thoughts warred with the realization that anything within this building was far more than she required - even the smallest apartment on the lowest floor. She spared a moment to hope that perhaps there was some storeroom in the basement, someplace no one knew about. But she knew, with a quick glance at his almost-frowning face, that that wasn't what he was intending.
She stepped closer so she could keep her voice low, but glanced around her for photographers, aware of them in the near-paranoid way she'd developed since her face had made itself popular tabloid fodder back in Las Vegas. No one in Gotham knew her, not enough to want to take her picture, but they did know him. And she knew that the last thing he needed at this point in time was to be photographed arguing with a homeless woman outside one of his buildings. So she stepped closer to hopefully make their conversation less conspicuous.]
When you said property, I didn't think you meant... [Her thought finished with a glance over at the building.] You must have something else. Don't you? A... warehouse? Or a... [Biting her lip as she thought.] Storage? Something? Where people won't know you're... [Helping? With? Aiding?] Hiding something?
[Another person passed them by on the sidewalk, and though the man only spared them a glance, it made Iris step back. Every line of her screamed for escape, as if she might run as soon as she could will her body into action. She hadn't expected so many people to see him with her. The tabloids back in Las Vegas had thought the worst about her and Neil, and they'd never even met. What would people think to actually see her standing next to someone? Her pulse beat hard in her throat as she shook her head.] You can't...