[A warm smile, a little tight with nervousness at this happening to Iris, but she tells herself it's just a flood, that she can help.]
You are. Iris, I mean, that's right.
Here.
[She gives Iris her post-it openly, so she can wear it like a nametag. The adhesive, not strictly period-accurate, clings to all manner of fabrics without waning or damaging them, thanks to nanovelcro. She blinks rapidly when she gets the memory, reels, holds herself still and sucks in a breath. It takes her more seconds than she'd like to admit to realize it isn't one of her own.]
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You are. Iris, I mean, that's right.
Here.
[She gives Iris her post-it openly, so she can wear it like a nametag. The adhesive, not strictly period-accurate, clings to all manner of fabrics without waning or damaging them, thanks to nanovelcro. She blinks rapidly when she gets the memory, reels, holds herself still and sucks in a breath. It takes her more seconds than she'd like to admit to realize it isn't one of her own.]