[Iris replies from the couch in the laboratory break room: a small blonde lady of a certain age, her face set in exuberant smile lines. She wears a lab coat, its laundry-accident pink almost obscured with badges, stains, patches and scorch marks, and she shares the couch with two large, contented German Shepherds.]

Trust me, lovely, it's been taken care of. One day I'll take you to throw a ball for 'er. I'm Iris - Iris Wildthyme, transtemporal adventuress and lately interdimensional space prison warden. What should I call you, sweetheart?