"You do," she reiterated. "I don't do what I do - live on a mountainside, rob banks, build robotic soldiers - because it's safe. It's because it's interesting. No reason I couldn't have put, I don't know, a pool of sharks below the floors here to liven things up."

Iris shrugged, pulling the lever to open the doors to the elevator. It was more of a cage on a crank, the sort of things that carried miners down the shaft and into the depths of the Earth. Appropriate, given at this had previously been a mine.

"But the trick is knowing when to be practical - and safe, sure - and when to have fun. In you go."