Irisa and Sarah
"You didn't want to be a mom then?" Irisa asked casually, she reached out to pick up a glass from a nearby table and took a drink of orange juice.
"Do you need a professional bodyguard then?" she joked, although it would be a god use of her talents. Maybe she should consider contracting herself out to people. She didn't really know what else to do with herself, if she were honest.