Iman practically skids to a halt outside the apartment building, performs a quick bit of etheric transmutation on the door to let herself in, and makes a hard left for the stairs. She can move faster than the elevator, and she feels like she needs to keep moving, in case there's something that needs to be actively dealt with in his apartment. She's having trouble not letting her imagination run frantic: has ROMAC decided to go after him? Has Lucifer taken an interest for some reason? She doesn't even know how many threats exist within the rifty pool but she'd be willing to bet there's plenty.

She gets to his floor and jogs down the hall to his door, which is... ajar. Fuck.

"Rush?" She steps in and - oh fuck, of fucking course.

Durant.

Obviously he's already done whatever it is he does, judging by the way both of them are sort of writhing around in various states of panic, and her concern turns abruptly to fury. She reaches Rashad in two quick steps, grabs him by his collar, drags him halfway up and punches him as hard she can in the face with her left hand, her prosthetic, which packs greater power than the rest of her. She wants this to fucking hurt.

"I told you," she says, half-growling, "to stay away from him." She punches him again, releasing her grip as she connects and then stepping back. "What exactly is so fucking hard to understand about that?"