Iman pulls back as the military man brushes past her, watching closely, nervously, as he approaches Rush. Her heart is pounding hard in her ears, her chest vibrating with every shake and rumble of the base, she'll have to get closer if she wants to hear what's being said, and something tells her it's probably fucking important.

She inches back toward them, bracing her hands on the desk, trying for a change of pace not to stand out.