Iman smiles and starts the movie, settling back cozily, curling up closer still. Greta's so nice and warm, and so willing to sit with her like this, she's a lucky little fucker, isn't she? Some greedy little part of her wonders, can't help but wonder, is it just that Greta is a naturally affectionate person, or is there something else here, some chance that she might be - and never had any way to know-

No, stop that. This is not a path she needs to wander down. Certainly not right now.

The movie, fortunately, is immediately distracting. It's beautiful - she's never seen anything quite like it. The music is charming and the art lush, the story immediately compelling. Her smile grows softer and happier as she watches, leaning against Greta, letting herself feel content.