She glances at the commission she's holding. "Yup. Not my kind of thing." She hands it to Cris to look over.
Iris overhears the talk about scramblers.
"Oh, now that sounds interesting. I'll take it!"
She snatches the scrambled commission.
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She frowns. "I think I'll hold off on that one. But maybe fire control!" She holds her hand out and tries to summon fire. Nothing happens. She sighs and studies the commission she holds. It's some smuggling job. She scowls. Distasteful.