"Ah." She's been in Manhattan long enough to at least have a passing familiarity with musicals as a concept (though she had no idea they could be movies, too; honestly, it almost strikes her as overkill).

"And I have seen some movies," she adds with a wry smile. It was inevitable; there's only so much you can do with your time when you're lying low in someone else's apartment. She's been able to bake, at least - Iman doesn't use her kitchen overmuch, so it hadn't been an imposition - but she's had to resist the temptation to obsessively tidy the place or otherwise treat it too much like her own home. "Not musical ones, though."