"Mm. I did," Iman says, coming off another sip. "Once. Coming here. It's complicated. Technical. There's things we can do in my universe that I don't think you can do here. I mean I've only been here some a few hours, but everyone flipping out about me crossing over is sort of an indicator."

She shrugs, thinks about showing them her hand, and decides no fuckin way. Not if Daniel's right about whatever Nick is. "It's sort of a mental interface. That sounds like bullshit magic but there's technology in place to create the pathway, the electric signals from your brain to the electromagnetic force in the, you know, the universe, and if you really, really know what you're doing, you can kinda... bend the rules. A little bit." She giggles drunkenly. "So you could say the rules of physics don't apply to ME, either. Sort of. Except they do. I just... know how to rewrite the rules. Briefly. And locally."

She takes another big drink, then slumps over and smiles up at Nick. "If that, you know, clears that up for you."