Of course there was something else going on. Iris lets out a soft sigh, furrowing her brow together in contemplation. Given the rare opportunity to visit New Zealand, let alone the research station, she can take a stab in the dark and figure out what they were doing.

Reconnaissance, espionage, intel gathering by any other name... she couldn't blame the imPorts who wanted to dig deeper, given the history, but also: she was kind of grateful she was left in the dark. She got to network with the reporters from New Zealand Herald and Auckland Star, and write up a fluff piece from her POV for them. That wouldn't have happened if she had been dragged along into unraveling other, darker to find threads.

"Probably not until I leave you," she says, after a moment of contemplation. "But also, I kind of don't want to leave. You're too comfy."