"This is quite the adventure, say, is there a chance I would be given one of those fancy rifles you lot tote around?" Irene mused, already seeing herself picking targets at a distance.
Irene attacks a few Hollows, swinging her mace at them, the plague doctor fighting as though she was a warrior. She turns her head to the direction the gunshots came from after eliminating a few Hollows. "You all hear that, right?" She glanced at the group.
"Your hostilities are unwarranted. And illogical. If I were to make any attempts at harming any one of you, the rest of you would kill me in mere seconds, and I would have only accomplished bruising one of you." Irene grumbled, adjusting her vest again, the bottles and jars in and on her vest...
"I come from Tsavania, roamed the forests when I was child, collecting bugs and fancy herbs." Irene Idly remarked. "That was also how I decided to study medicine." she added.
She crosses her arms, those dark lenses may hide her eyes, doesn't stop her from glaring at Inari. "Why are you so insistent on having my mask off?" She looks at Vincent. "Jump forward in time?"
"I'd like to keep myself safe from potential sources of miasma or noxious fumes." She mutters, placing her mace in a loop on her belt. "say, where might you lot be going?"