Iris gave a gruff laugh at Antonio.  "A suppressor?  On a .44?  Might as well try to muzzle a lion.  Still gonna hear it roar..."<br/><br/>"So he's a fae?  Great...where did speedy Gonzales run off to?" she asks Junior.<br/><br/>As Mica pokes reappears, Iris draws her gun again in a flash, lowering it when she can make out Mica.  She sighs, holstering it again.  "Yeah, he's gone...along with our hope for getting this mess cleaned up tonight."<br/><br/>"Think we could destroy the statue?  Will that stop this whole ruckus?" Iris asks to no one particularly.