Gotham: Iris and Joey
[Noon Gotham time was late evening in Dubai, with the desert air cooling slightly from the day. Even so, the temperature was summer-like as Iris attempted to find something warm enough to wear into Gotham. She wasn't certain how close Joey was going to be able to get them, and she knew from experience how the city's cold would go right through her. Especially at the end of December. Most of the clothing she'd been wearing, while it covered her up to her neck and down to her wrists, had been light enough to accommodate the warmer temperatures. She did her best to layer for warmth, finally (reluctantly) requesting to borrow one of Rafiq's dark suit coats to add over the top of everything else. It looked ridiculous on her, far too wide and too long on her frame, but it added the extra layer she wanted. She added a scarf over her hair, hoping that the thin fabric would be enough.
Not knowing exactly when Joey was going to be at the door, she slipped through nearly a half an hour early and waited in the hallway for the door to open again. When it did, she was standing calmly, her hands laced together in front of her body, eyes fixed on the opening. She so rarely smiled, nothing wide and exuberant, but there was a warmth in her eyes as she watched the unfamiliar (so young) face that appeared. Even under the layers, even after months of eating meals on a regular basis, she was still thin - the sort of delicate carving that would likely never leave her frame. But (not that Joey would know it) she was miles away from the bony starvation that she'd carried for so long.
She watched and looked and perhaps her eyes grew even warmer.] Hello.