As the man comes out of the bushes, Iris quickly reaches into her jacket and draws a gun, pointing it at him tensely.  His rambling makes her bloodshot eyes waver.  "What the...bloomin' hell is your problem?!" she barks, not really expecting an answer.<br/><br/>She eyes him carefully for a moment, lowering the gun a bit.  "Er...have I seen you before somewhere?  Dr. Livingston?"  she tilts her head, "Er, nah...Darwin?"  she says, throwing the name out there.  She looks wary of the man still, who obviously has a few screws loose.