She looked at the young woman at first with a little bit of shock, but then her eyes softened into something else. It was not pity, but rather, understanding. Iris slowly approached the girl and then said softly, "Look, you have the prettiest red hair just like me." She tilted her head and gave a slight smile, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the girl's shoulder. If Alice let her, it would be a brief touch, one that conveyed comfort and not judgment.

Then she pulled away, not wanting to make Alice any more uncomfortable than she seemed to be. "I am sorry that you aren't feeling well, Alice... You may call me Iris if you'd like. Would you like that?"