It's a relief when Iman takes her hand and pulls her along. She's still buzzing with adrenaline, but her righteous indignation is quickly giving way to embarrassment. She'd much rather relinquish charge of the situation than keep pretending to know what on earth she's doing. What a frightful mess that all was.

When Iman puts her question, she covers her face with her free hand and shoots her a look of deepest mortification. "It was a complete accident! That poor pigeon." She couldn't care less about the man, who deserved worse, but the bird was innocent.

As they round another corner, far enough from the scene that it's safe to slow a little, she adds, "Actually, it... it might have been a Rift... thing." Greta winces. As magical powers go, it's not particularly impressive, and it's so dratted vague. "I do things by accident, sometimes. It only seems to work if it's an accident."