Iman frowns. He's not doing super well, even she can see that, but she's not sure what she can do about it.

"Well," she says, taking her hand back settling both hands in her lap. "There's two different organizations in place to help people like us find their feet in their new world. Or you can make your own way - that's harder, of course." It's what she's doing, but not for much longer. "They set rifties - uh, that's us - up with homes, money and phones. The basics."

She hesitates before going into any more detail. Callie had the benefit of being in one of the dreams before coming here - Jay was completely unprepared.

"Look, this is too much to take in right now," she says decisively. "Do they have liquor wherever you're from? Do you want to get drunk? That's what I did my first day and it was great. My treat."

Okay, look, nobody said Iman was good at this.