Iris stares at his magically-cooled glass and looks unimpressed.  She spits some tobacco into her empty beer.<br/><br/>"Hold up, dimwit," she says, interrupting Taylor.  "Why the hell should we trust anything this guy says?  He could feed us bad info or whatever.  Might be looking for the same thing...that person we were talking about is looking for," she says, trying to reveal as little as possible.  "Might even be working for the fucker.  What are the odds you just happened to come here for breakfast, hm?" she says, leveling her gaze on the stranger.