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"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 stays close to the group, cleaning her mace, imagining what possibilities she could do with a rifle in her hands

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 came from Dorinsk, didn't keep track of the year though." she idly replied.

"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.

"Lovely." Irene snorted in bemusement.

"I'll prove myself in due course, time reveals all eventually." She shoots Inari a look. "Except my mask."

"if it helps, I bear no ill intentions, except those bags of groaning meat earlier, terrible conversationalists." She adjusts her coat.

"Hm. I suppose I could use company." She follows Vincent. "I'm willing to provide my medical expertise in exchange for protection if that is fair."

"Hmm. Strange..." She idly taps the side of her head.

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?"

"Better safe than sorry, I always say." She takes a good look at the group.

"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?"

"Grand Cathedral? I haven't been there, actually, heard of it, yes, but never seen it." She glances at Inari. "And I must refuse on that request."

"Yes, I'm fine. Mostly." She adjusts her slightly tattered coat and mask. "Dr. Irene Makhai, at your service." she says with a tip of the hat.