Iman keeps her eyes fixed on Rush (because she doesn't dare look at the stupid cat), a complicated mess of expressions flickering across her features; she's tense, furious with him for playing the agitator so soon after they both witnessed the Rift's idea of 'gentle punishment' - she's desperate to redirect things, angry with herself for not fighting back alongside him. She's grateful for his, what, his dedication to her - the casual declaration of her 'importance' - sure. But that's a low priority in the grand scheme.

"This is inadvisable," she hisses to him, her one hand drawn into a tight fist.