Iman doesn't know what to do with any of this. She can't muster the appropriate gratitude or acknowledgment of their reason. She drops her head back down, looking at her limp, demolished arm. Even if they can get it working again as a limb, well, that's not something she's concerned about, this world has made plenty of advances in functional prosthetics, but she doubts, truly and completely, that they'll ever get hers back to the level of functionality it once was.

But she can't voice that. Rush will just keep insisting. It's exhausting to fight him on this.

"Okay," she mumbles. She doesn't thinks he can manage any greater response than that.