Roads unknown

I R I S Iris scoffed at his response, signs of amusement lingering. She caught his pants as they flew her way and disregarded the statement on the basis of: he was right in front of her, half-naked, having promised to do everything she wanted and more. As for the distance between a word given and a promise honored, she would bridge it if it grew. Before this thought sent her head spiraling with new plans and scenarios, she found herself curious about the twine Jack was wrapping around his ankle. ”What’s the string for?” Then, she watched him tuck a cigarette behind his ear. Her eyes went back to count it again. Only one. Were the rest in his pockets? Iris' fingers twitched with the need to check. When his gaze turned her way to size up and scrutinize, she remained relaxed. She was wearing a disarming dress after all, and was fairly used to men looking at her with approval. Maybe not this time. ”Thanks for the assessment. I’ll withhold mine until the job is done.” Not as flattering as she would have wanted, but there it was. In a few more years… Bah. It sounded to her like nothing more than a variation of the classic ‘You’ll see when you’re older’. Starting a slow pace down the shoreline she sighed, draping Jack’s clothes over her arm. ”You’ll have to pick up my luggage before we sail.” For a second, she considered telling him about the beggars. "I'll also expect to see the body before I leave. I suspect you know how to properly age a corpse?" She did suspect so, but couldn't help asking.