It is not difficult to spot new rifties under normal circumstances. Unseasonable (sometimes completely insensible) clothes, wide-eyed fear or confusion or, occasionally, excitement, that sort of uncertain meandering. The dirty jumpsuited blond carrying some unrecognizable tech is another story entirely. Iman zeroes in on her like a dog smelling food. Jumpsuit! Goggles! Haircut! A queer scientist, possibly a mad queer scientist, is like a long-overdue gift she'd forgotten she'd even ordered arriving suddenly at her door in a battered box. She practically trips over herself in her haste to catch up with the wayward woman.

"Hi! Hey!" She waves as she finally comes up to the newbie, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her grin a little bit too cheerful. She doesn't have a plan for this, and it's been a while since her last disastrous effort to welcome someone into the fold (poor Kirk, she still hasn't checked in on him, she's such a mess), so when it becomes clear to her she doesn't have a prepared follow-up statement, she just wings it: "Hi, I'm Iman, dimensional physicist, empirical alchemist, I recognized your-" She accompanies this with an extremely vague gesture encompassing the whole of the woman before blundering on, "-science. Are you aware you just jumped into a different plane of existence?"

This is so exciting. She should probably stop grinning now.