She smiled bright at his response, happy that he wasn't mad with her. Kevin... It was such a normal name for someone who was so much less than normal and she didn't really understand the name Iris... Was he a flower? She giggled at herself and nodded at him. "Stitch it shall be then!" She called out, raising her hands excitedly. When he pointed at her wings and lowered them, letting them rest on them.
"No. To be honest, they've never stayed out this long before. Most of the time they just... poof after a few seconds." She explained and as if on cue, the wings disappeared from site, back to wherever they came from. "I never get to look at them very long, much less use them." She pouted, drawing in a heavy breath. She turned to look at Stitch, her eyes clear and child-like. "Who's Warren Angel?" She asked, curious. When Mr. Xavier had called her the White Seraph, she'd looked it up on the phone she'd been given. They were Angels, to be specific the highest most powerful of the Angels.
"No. To be honest, they've never stayed out this long before. Most of the time they just... poof after a few seconds." She explained and as if on cue, the wings disappeared from site, back to wherever they came from. "I never get to look at them very long, much less use them." She pouted, drawing in a heavy breath. She turned to look at Stitch, her eyes clear and child-like. "Who's Warren Angel?" She asked, curious. When Mr. Xavier had called her the White Seraph, she'd looked it up on the phone she'd been given. They were Angels, to be specific the highest most powerful of the Angels.