"That's..." Iman nods thoughtfully, trying to work out what that might be, in a strictly codifiable sense, though it is awfully vague. That's part of what makes it fascinating, and it makes that warm, familiar sense of curiosity climb back up under the layers of fucking surrender under which she's been trapped, and that's so great.

"Maybe we can do some experiments," she says a bit playfully. She loops her arm back through Greta's pulling close again, eager to shake off the unpleasantness that just happened. "Thank you, by the way, for sticking up for me."

She wishes she could have defended herself, but she'll take it from Greta - especially if it involves smacking a pigeon into a jackass's face.