"Oh holy shit. Honey, no." Iman swivels around to face Daniel, mildly annoyed that he's doing this to them. "Look I don't know what the hell kind of implants or intuition or whatever you have, but this is probably par for the course here. I mean, you've met aliens, right? Gotta have met aliens. Come on. Sit down. Let's all be cool."

She swivels back as 'Nick' lays out his grievances and does a totally cool thing. "Whoa damn," she declares, watching with wide eyes as he airlifts himself a pretty nice caliber whiskey. She can do some pretty reality-bending shit herself, which would probably make at least Daniel go similarly wide-eyed, but she can't do that. With so little effort. While drunk.

"Wow, when I'm feeling a hundred percent me again I'm gonna want to ask you some questions," she says, the scientific curiosity portions of her brain partly engaged. "That was pretty neat."

Daniel still looks thoroughly spooked. So yeah, Nick can probably kill them, but Iman doesn't get the feeling he's into that right now. Supervillains gotta drink too, right?

"Daniel get your butt back over here. Nick promises he's only going to use his powers for drinking. Right?" She waves an arm to coax Daniel back. Come onnnn, science friend, don't leave her with the grumpy weirdo.