"Rift Thing?" Iman leans her head back again, staring for uncomprehendingly for a moment. "Oh! Your power!" She tries to roll over but succeeds only in getting stuck halfway. Stupid useless arm. She puts her phone on the floor so she can stab at the keyboard with greater precision and also take another drink. "That's awesome! Did it work cause you're..." She trails off, distracted by Rush's increasingly wrongthinking texts, and makes an annoyed grunt as she tries to explain the situation properly to him, she can't just come out and tell Greta she loves her jeeeez.

"...drunk?" she finishes eventually, looking back up.