Oh, goodness. This is really happening. Greta has to resist the urge to giggle or squeal or make some other highly embarrassing noise as Iman so casually takes her by the arm. As if they've known each other for ages, as opposed to being two complete strangers - one a famous hero and the other a comparative nobody, no less. She feels as if she's wandered into some strange bubble of unreality, but it's such a pleasant diversion from the daily grind that she doesn't dare examine it too closely. What a story this will make: Iman Asadi buying her a drink, and--and teaching her things.

"I don't know," she demurs, blushing faintly at the thought of Iman doing so much for her - to say nothing of the thought of tangling with the next mugger, herself. "I can't imagine doing the sort of things you do."

Admittedly, she's not a coward, either. The sensible thing would have been to drop her bag and bolt when that man came after her; instead, she'd clung to it. Foolhardy of her, really, but she hadn't wanted to let him take it. She just... can't quite picture herself actively going after someone the way a hero would. And isn't that what heroes are for - doing the things regular people like her can't?