Iman shrugs, bemused and sort of touched at the show of concern. "It's just a dream," she says, pulling the fabric down entirely and mussing her hair up further. "Anyway, it's always all over the place, just battened down so now one can tell. That's my big secret." She grins, raising a conspiratorial eyebrow, relieved that things are somewhat back on track now. This is a flirtation level she can handle.