Oh. Oh, holy shit. If belated surprise counts for anything, Jodie has plenty of that to offer.

"You mean you did that on purpose?" she blurts, eyebrows shooting up toward her hairline. From what she's gathered, no one's been able to manipulate the rift with any kind of success. Which seems pretty in keeping with rifts as she knows them; they don't exactly behave themselves. Yet here's Iman, talking about turbulence as if she's just taken an exciting trip that she totally bought tickets for. And this isn't just teleportation or something; she's talking about where she's from like it's… well, like it's an entirely different fucking universe. What in the hell.

"It's… um. It does happen, but not that often, and not… it's not deliberate. The rift usually just grabs people at random and dumps them here." Jodie rakes a hand through her hair as the implications sink in. If Iman can just casually manipulate the rift… well, she's about to become really fucking popular.