[ iris' room isn't a duplicate of the one back home. she wasn't detailed enough to request anything too familiar, and she has no interest in replicating the real thing. wonderland's mansion may be accommodating, but iris refuses to be lulled into a false sense of security, and she doesn't want to grow complacent.

that said, the room is unsurprisingly warm in its touches, with a hint of chic to it that's more iris than not. at the far back there's a small office space where iris keeps her laptop. she currently sits at the desk as she continues to gather information. ] We'd all feel different. With the particle accelerator, the consequences were immediate. [ add lightning to it and barry fell into a coma nobody could explain.

the more she reads, the more confident iris becomes. the explosion, while not innocuous, won't have any lasting consequences.

iris can feel him approaching from behind, and she turns sideways, angling her head upward to look at him. she places her hand on top of his once more, a mirthless smile reaching her face. ] I know why you're worried, but I really don't think we're dealing with the same thing.

[ it doesn't mean they shouldn't be careful, but it does mean wonderland is a whole different animal. ]