Iris glowers at everyone.  "I'll get social skills when they become an asset to my job.  Now drop it and lets do the job like professionals already."  She briskly walks on.<br/><br/>As they come upon the men in waiting, Iris stops.  "Let me guess..." she whispers to the group.  She points to the three large men, "Goons, and..." points to the ordinary man they seem to be guarding.  "that should be Mr. Mancini."