Iris Rivers
Location: Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Survival Skills
"I hear you loud and clear, I'll go ahead and stick to darling," Iris replied to Mira, giving the girl a cheery thumbs up. Mischief danced on the corner of her lip, pulling it up into a half-smile. Her attention was pulled off her best frenemy when the previously hostile swordswoman pulled herself out of the rubble. She glanced over to Bethany to see if she was prepared to try their plan now that she had a clear line of sight, but relaxed when it appeared that the girl was no longer out to kill them. Before they could have much of a chat, the hippos charged their little group. Iris tried to dodge out of the way of the one heading towards her, but failed, causing it to toss her a few feet through the air, crumpling to the ground.
"Ugh, why does everything hate me?" she quietly whined, once again pushing her tall frame off the ground into a standing position. Seeing Klara snuggling up to a hippo, Iris' shoulders slumped down and her lips jutted out in an exaggerated pout. "Aw man, why can't I have a cool power like that?" She was so enamored by the girl's charm ability, she almost didn't get her hands over her ears in time. When she pulled them away, she found that a number of the hippos were dealt with. When Klara asked about her eye, Iris cast a sympathetic glance over to Neil.
"Uh, yeah, my bad, I'm really sorry about that. I kinda got carried away in the heat of battle, y'know? I'm sure we'll be able to get you a robot eye once this is all over though!" Iris piped up, willing to take one for the team. With everything that happened with Sara, she figured Neil was already super unlucky in love, so being on the love young love goddess' hitlist is probably the last thing he needed. Whereas Iris believed that she could be despised by all the romance deities in the universe and she'd still have game. Speaking of game, Iris went still as soon as she heard the riddle. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was to come. Sure enough, she felt her feet begin to sink into the floor. She immediately began to scour her index of nature facts bestowed by her mother, and was happy to find a rather large number dedicated to quicksand.
"Nobody panic! The worst thing you can do in this situation is panic. Now..." she looked over to Klara. "Quicksand is usually caused by water underneath the sand making it too unstable to hold weight. Love goddess, you did that stylish little water flourish a few minutes ago. Assuming this works like quicksand, if you could, like, removed the water underneath, it should go back to normal. You get me?"