The Damned Spider was busy tonight, Iris noted as she walked in, already in her uniform of a pair of black jeans and and dark coloured button-up shirt. Heading behind the counter, where the day shift's bartender was still working, she nodded to him before going to the back, where she checked in. When she returned, her predecessor was already out the door, leaving in his wake a group of about half a dozen slayer officers, still wearing their pure white uniforms, each of their last names patched onto their right breast. Wilder, Applegate, McHale, Henry, Marleux, and Jenkins. They each sat at the counter, placing their individual orders. Setting the glasses in front of them, Iris kept her gaze down, hoping they couldn't tell her age or her status. From the look the middle one, Wilder, it looked like he had figured out the former. He had the look of someone who knew a secret of yours, slightly smug. Inconspicuously cleaning a glass, she eavesdropped on their conversation. It was mostly nothing, just the same old, but one passing comment made her take pause. "...we almost have enough evidence to make an arrest, and get the girl, but they aren't positive yet if what happened in London was her doing or something else..." Obviously, they were talking about a Supernatural, but which one was left for anyone to guess. Of course, with all the arrests that have been happening recently, there weren't many in this area anymore. Deciding that she didn't fancy listening to them anymore, Iris went to the back for a breather, but once she came back from the Employee's Only door, her path was blocked by the slayer Wilder. "Someone's got a secret," he said, a mischievous glint to his eyes. "I-I do not know what you are talking about, sir," she replied, for the first time looking into his eyes. "You're what, nineteen? I'll need to see some ID before I can allow you to work here any longer," was all he said, holding his hand out expectantly. However, she didn't have one, no Supernatural could have a legitimate one, and the men who made false ones scared her. Stuttering slightly, she said, "I left it...at home..." His smile grew wider. "I'll let you go this time...for a kiss," he told her, grabbing her left wrist so any human couldn't escape. But she wasn't any human, and that single touch was all she needed, that and his perverse advances upon her. The link created, she knew that the best she could do was temporary memory loss, of only about the last five minutes. He'd still remember her. Maybe she can stun him... Gathering her available energy, she sent the psionic blast to his mind, and for a second his pale blue eyes dulled. Before they sharpened once more. Her power hadn't been enough. In the blink of an eye, he had a gun in his hand, pointing it at her. Any lie she could come up with now would be ridiculously embellished, obvious. Quickly, she was in handcuffs, and as soon as one of the other officers went to lead her by her arm, Wilder hit her in the back of her head with the butt of her gun, and she was gone.