By the time she made it back to their meeting place, Iris felt… not good, but better. Satisfied in a way that reminded her that, really, the Turks had been just about the only option a world like this had held for her.

She sat on one of the side tables, absently braiding, unbraiding, and then rebraiding her hair with her chakra as she looked to see who else was in the building.

And contemplated just what they were going to do next.

That also helped her mood.