"Yeah... me too," says Iman, sitting forward. "Same city, I mean. So I can't really relate. What I mean is we're not gonna just make you fend for yourself. With or without the factions." She waves a hand at Eliot. "Honey, please, I don't give a shit about the politics. I'm thinking of joining Romac, but that'll be for personal reasons, not because I think they're a great outfit. Probably the opposite. In fact let me just go ahead and not recommend Romac to you." She points a spoon at Jay. "They're creepy. And they might take an unhealthy interest in you being not-human. Rebels seem marginally better."

She and Eliot are both savvy enough - and probably possessing of some specifically useful powers - to get their own places set up without faction aid, but she very much doubts Jay will have that same luck.

"Plus, it's not like you're stuck there forever," she adds. "It could just be a holdover until you figure something else out. Or until one of us figures out how to send us all home. Which, again, I am working on. Actively."

She smiles up at the waiter as he sets down their drinks. "Put this on my tab," she says, handing him a very defunct credit card which she has scienced up a little. She takes a sip of her glass of pure red bitters and glances back at Jay, trying to keep an eye on how he's taking all of this.