"That's all." He leans back again and rubs a hand over his face. "I'm an angel, Iman. You know more than one superhuman entity, and you didn't think to call one of them before jamming your arm into the rift?" He drops his hand and reaches out to grab his shot glass back from her, refilling it in the process. Being angry is probably the wrong reaction to this news, he thinks. Iman is hurt and probably scared, but all the same, he can't help but be upset about her getting hurt by something that could have been avoided if only she'd asked him.

He drinks the shot, then keeps the glass in his hand. Iman probably doesn't know about his jump into the rift, probably hasn't seen the video of what he looked like when it spit him back out, but this is a subject he knows intimately. She's very lucky that she only lost her arm. "I've spent more time inside the rift than anyone else in New York. I could have told you it was a bad fucking idea."