[Iris lets out a surprised sound as she processes what Aranea’s saying. Then a long, drawn out kind of ‘ooooh…’ when she realizes the implications of having a young woman behind the counter of that kind of store. She returns Aranea’s apologetic smile with one of her own.]

Maybe one day, but I… don’t think I’d enjoy the kind of attention I’d get behind the counter. But if you need someone to do stuff inside the store, away from prying eyes… [She points at herself with both thumbs.]

I’m your girl!