Iman startles slightly at the laugh, oh jeez, what can she do to make that never happen again; and rolls her eyes at his response.

"Ooh, what, is that supposed to make me sad or something?" She shakes her head. Angels. Who cares about angels? She's never had to deal with them her whole life, she's not gonna change her massively indifferent mood about it now. "Then be a big damn misanthrope, see if I care. I'm just saying you don't have to do whatever it is you had to do back home. Because this is a different place, see. Old results aren't gonna come of following old rules here. We gotta make up new ones."

This is probably about as wise as she's going to get, the way she's putting her drinks away. She hopes they can change the subject soon. This is getting ridiculous.