Does she frigging look okay. All right, all right, it's a pretty fair question, and major props to this random bystander for not instantly flipping out at the finger attachments. Those are weird even in her universe.

"I - I'm. Well." Iman struggles to conceal the arm from view - it would be hard to miss the exploding digits from even a distance, but that doesn't mean she wants whoever this is getting a closer look. "Bit of an odd day, really. Uh. I swear it's never done this before." This with a charming smile as she forcibly resets everything - there, now it's working. The fuck? Her fingers retract into their closed states, thank god, and she wiggles them on her own to test her dexterity. No control loss. It's like nothing even happened. That shouldn't - the only visible factor to change was the approach of the woman. Iman shoots her a suddenly suspicious glance. She looks... not unintelligent, certainly, but remote alchemical fuckery mastermind she is not.

"...Ooookay," she says, once convinced her arm is back to normal, then turns on a winning smile. Like she was totally prepared for this, sure, happens all the time. "All better. Not my favorite way to meet a pretty girl, let me tell you. Iman Asadi." She sticks out her hand - the 'normal' one. "Scientist."