Irene likes people a lot, but she doesn't really group herself with them- which makes most of them eventually inconsequential. Exciting, interesting, but not important, apart from the favoured few which she takes an entirely opposite and equally unhealthy view of by getting rather obsessed. And even then, she always puts herself first.

It's only sensible.

"You don't have to go to the Vault to see that," Irene opines, pushing a strand of dark hair across her forehead and behind her ear, smiling. "Strange things are beautiful, everywhere. You just have to look. But then I suppose only the Vault puts it up on a stage and celebrates it publicly."