Iman's offer startles her, not that it should. Of course she can't stay here; once they're through the doors, it wouldn't probably be safest if she never came back again. And to stay with Iman - that would be far better than constantly fretting about where she might be or what trouble she might be getting into. "Yes," she says, giving Iman's hand a squeeze. "I'd--I'd like that."

But this has been her home since she first arrived, and it's hard to imagine turning her back on it forever. There are things in her apartment she doesn't want to lose, despite their relative unimportance. As if reading her mind, the Balladeer makes his offer in turn, and she shoots him a grateful look. "Could you? There's my phone, and, er--a scarf, in the top drawer of my clothes cupboard. It's... from home," she adds, to excuse or explain its importance. It's not as if it's scarf weather.