"Fuck off," says Iman loudly. That whiskey is hitting hard and fast, like good whiskey ought. "Parlor tricks. I can't do that shit in or out of a parlor."

Bartender's already there with a follow-up drink. Good bartender. Iman is going to need to pay creatively, she can already tell she's going to go beyond the funds Jodie gave her. But she's not worried about that right now.

"Parlor tricks," she says again. "You think you're soooo cool."

When Daniel asks his question, she initially thinks he's talking to her, and turns to regard him in moderate confusion. Do what. Drink? Harass elder gods or whatever the hell Nick is? Oh. Oh he's asking Nick. Fair enough. She turns back to Nick, awaiting his answer with challengingly raised eyebrows.