Iman stirs amidst all the flapping around, blinking sleepily around her living room, for a moment too disoriented to remember how she wound up here. Rush hauling himself up from the floor and staggering off somewhere like a man possessed brings it all back, and she grins sleepily, stretching out her recovered arm. Stiffer than it was last night - it'll require a lot of maintenance before it's up to snuff, but it works, and it feels so good.

"Hey," she chides gently. "Where do you think you're goin, without so much as a g'morning?" She rolls off the couch and pads over to the kitchenette. "Settle down, I'll make you coffee for the road."