"So long as my world's not gone, I can pay you back...well...once I can leave. If I'm not dead. Maybe I can borrow money from Barry."

She takes off her red sunglasses and rubs her eyes. Because she's tired. Right. She's not upset just tired.

"No. I drank a lot. Well, a ridiculous amount. Not that you can tell, really." A great deal more than any human could who wished to live to tell the tale. Iris, on the other hand, is only just feeling slightly hungover. Damned metabolism.