Iris sighs.  "This ain't my rodeo...can't we just smash it and end this bloody goose chase?"<br/><br/>She takes out an old, clunky black cell phone.  "I might know somebody who's heard of this thing.  Give me a few," she says, standing and heading towards the waiting area to make her calls.<br/><br/>She'll return a few minutes later with a resigned look on her face.