"Hey, I was drinking that," says Iman, sitting up straight and snapping her hand back from the suddenly frosted glass. Her irritation is pretty well diluted with fascination, and she leans down to examine it. "That was amazing. Holy shit, you'd be useful in a lab."

And there's Daniel's talking again. Holy shit, Daniel.

"Dude," she turns to level an incredulous stare at his dumb, adorable, morally overconscious face. "Are you trying to get him to fuck you up? You think he can't do that to your innards?" She reaches out and puts a hand clumsily on his face, somewhere between trying to soothe and trying to subdue. "Man, if you can sense this shit offhand you'd think you'd be better at not being a dumbass about it."

She looks back at Nick and drops her chin into her palm, giving him a wide-eyed stare that says Some people, huh. "You wanna room temp this back down or do I have to pay for another one?" she says drolly.