Good going, Aiden, Jodie thinks, disparagingly, as Iman starts to put two and two together. Christ, it's not as if she can see him, and yet he couldn't wait ten minutes before squandering that advantage for no goddamn reason. Because no, Iman's not that threatening. She sure as shit isn't something they couldn't handle without resorting to a fucking sneak attack, robotic arm or no.

"It's fine," Jodie says, waving a hand irritably. "You didn't do anything wrong. And I… I just have good reflexes." It's a lame excuse, but not an outright lie. Still doesn't explain the branch, though, and she squints up into the foliage for a few moments before inspiration strikes. "There was some kind of shitshow in the park a couple of days ago. Maybe the branch got messed up then."