"Yeah, well." Iman doesn't know what to say to that. She's touched, she thinks. Everything is still a little foggy.

"I guess we should go back," she says unevenly. "I... I don't want to keep Greta waiting."

She starts walking, drifting more like, her gait a little unsteady. It's starting to catch up to her, all that fatigue and nervous strain. Maybe he won't notice.