Iman narrows her eyes as Jodie goes on describing what sounds like an incredibly problematic situation. Sounds like she was was way off base. This is not commonplace at all, she was just... what, lucky? enough to run into a member of the small circle who does know about this kind of thing. And if this has been going on for years, and no one's managed to quell or reverse it? They must be further behind her than she realized.

But it's not that simple! People from all kinds of universes, and none of them have the wherewithal to pull off something like what she just pulled? Discouraging to say the least.

"Well," she says firmly, "someone's got to put a stop to that. Can't see why anyone hasn't already." She puts her hands on her hips. 'Rift' indeed. Seriously, the audacity of the thing. Stealing her personal thunder. "I'd need to acquire some serious figures before I attempted anything like jumping to another place from here, to say nothing of taking someone else - but I suppose that'll have to be the next step." Progress always works better with motivation anyway.

"How long have you been here?" she asks, even as she begins tinkering with her arm. A lot easier now that it's under her control again. She figures with what Jodie's already seen it'll be fine if she flips open the panel and fiddles around. Everything still seems normal inside - weirdest thing. Maybe a side effect of the shift? She'll have to run a diagnostic when she gets back.