10-13-2017, 08:16 AM
Irene gives a haughty little wave to the botanist and zips over. It's almost as if social contact brings out the word-stream in her, because she starts blabbering almost instantly. "Hey, you! Yeah, please can I have those herbs? A lot of pain, kinda sucks, y'know? That'd be wonderful. You're great! I don't have any money on me but I could do your laundry or something!" She's not going to shut up until she gets what she wants, is she?