Oh, hello. This wouldn't be the first time she was recognized out on the street post-apocalyptic thwarting (messiness aside, the jumpsuit is kind of a giveaway) but the novelty hasn't worn off, yet, and Holtzmann grins right back. A fellow scientist! A cute fellow scientist. She is entirely on board with this, up until the point where Iman announces that she's swapped dimensional planes.

"... I did?" she asks, sounding far more fascinated than skeptical. Hey, different planes of existence aren't news - it's just that she would have expected a lab blowup to send her somewhere significantly more phantasmal, as opposed to just 'New York but on the nippy side.' Which plane of existence is this?

Good thing she's just met a dimensional physicist. Holtzmann shifts the prototype over so she can shake Iman's hand. "Holtzmann. Nuclear engineer, proton wrangler, ghostbuster extraordinaire." Iman's giddy expression takes on a potentially new connotation, and Holtzmann's eyebrows shoot up. "How did I get here? Was it you?" If so: holy shit.