Rashad stands sentinel as his companion places her hand on the console and then does not seem to do anything at all. He shifts slightly only once when the guard does, face turning to look in case they have been observed, but they have not. In the silence Rashad stares at Iman, studying her face as though there are some answers to be gleaned there. Action without a purpose, information gathering without an end...he has engaged in these things himself, but it is not right that even an enemy spy is so directionless. He will find out where she lives, he decides, and he will recruit her to his cause as soon as he has one. She seems very useful, if unfortunately unpredictable.

Though it is not as though he has another way to go should he refuse her, she is right to offer information in exchange for his cooperation. Rashad takes her hand without the slightest hesitation once he hears the bribe, giving a curt nod. "It looks similar to something some people could do where I came from," he admits. "But I do not believe it is the same."