Now, no one would argue that B wasn't an amazing resource - the fabled 100% accuracy rate is surely nothing to sneeze at - but just the same, Iman likes to know who she's doing business with. It's not a preservation thing - her identity is her vigilante self, who needs that 'regular life' shitshow? - it's a simple matter of ideology. And possibly some trust issues.

She wipes some blood off her nose with the back of her hand as she considers her phone and the text she received a short while ago. She's about as good at tracing as anyone in town, not including Nick, but it never leads anywhere. Somehow B always knows she's coming. Even if a text has only just been answered, somehow, she always finds the phone ditched. It's impressive. She'd just like to know whose hand to shake.

Well, what the hell. Can't hurt to try.

After some brief consideration she punches in hey what's the hip-haps bro and sends it.

Yeah, a serious message might be better but she has a hunch that lying to B wouldn't get her very far.