[Iris smiles, a little wistfully.]

It's not good for either of us to be in the same place. Least we seem to 'ave got over trying to kill each other. Probably.

[No one's shot or poisoned her yet, which Iris takes as a good sign.]

I'm glad, though. And I can feel 'er being annoyed that I'm glad from 'ere but she knows I'm right. We don't do well alone, 'er and me. We need our friends.