"Ride or Die" Tor never knew his life would change so fast and dramatically in a span of three small words, especially as it came from a woman with the prettiest brown eyes seated in the middle of the motorcycle helmet with purple and black cat ears attached to them. He was more intrigued to find out who was behind the mask more than he was about the bullets that were flying over their heads at the moment, well being an almost 2500 year old Dragon wasn't helping the situation either. Iris didn't have time for relationships of any kind now that she was finally taking over her father's agency. Being next to take over her father's position names came with its share of work, but it was work she enjoyed, especially when she had to work her way from the bottom to get where she was. Another thing she forgot to worry about was the company came with some serious diplomatic meetings between races, so enemies was a dime a dozen and of course they had to interrupt her as she was chatting up a beast of a man that she almost hit on her rare time out on her motorcycle. The way his eyes locked on hers made Iris feel things she only hoped for. As bullets started popping off around them, she held out her hand desperate for moments longer, "Ride or die!"