The only reaction Greta can summon for most of Iman's lecture is polite bewilderment. Much of the language sails right over her head with room to spare. But she didn't expect to understand it all, and that isn't really why she's here. Iman had wanted to show her what she could do, and Greta had wanted to see it, if not understand it.

And it's nice. Iman is obviously in her element, and Greta can't help but feel some vicarious enjoyment as her friend lectures away. She's still not entirely comfortable with the way her friend's hand is all but pressing against some Rift-built barrier - it seems like tempting fate - but everything's all right so far.

And then, abruptly, it isn't. There's a sudden charge in the air, her skin prickling the way it would before a bad storm. Iman's arm seems to vanish as she's jerked toward the barrier, and Greta chokes off a cry of alarm. This shouldn't be happening. Rush has Iman's other arm a moment later - this definitely shouldn't be happening - and she stumbles forward a pace or two without any clear plan, without any clear thought except for a growing, wordless dread. "Iman...?"