"Oh, I mean - yeah, in like a bun sometimes," says Iman bemusedly. "I never put much effort into it. Doesn't really matter if no one can see it." Present company excluded of course. It's not that her hair is some big secret - she doesn't follow sharia law on many, many levels, wearing it is part habit, part personal choice. It's partly a gauge on how comfortable she is with someone, or how much work she's prepared to put into being a certain way with them.

Greta has always been someone she doesn't want to hide herself from. As much as she practically can, anyway. It's a mysterious, novel experience. And it's nice.

"Are you perhaps suggesting something?" asks Aqil, since Iman has apparently taken to awkwardly contemplative silence.