That's the sort of thing heroes are supposed to say, and if Iman had said it with any gravity, Greta might have privately dismissed it as not really applicable. But Iman's tone is almost blasé, as if she's explaining that the sky is blue or grass is green. She's taking it for granted that Greta's perfectly capable of defending herself with some practice, and that's...

... Well, it's not the sort of thing she hears every day. She finds herself unable to come up with a response, but that might be just as well. It's hard to imagine what she could say without embarrassing herself to some degree.

The dim interior of the bar does nothing to dispel the unworldly feel of this whole situation, but that's probably just as well, too. She's never been here before, so what better place to do something she's never done? It can be strange across the board. Forget her friends - she isn't even going to believe this happened when it's over.

"Moscato?" she requests. That seems a safe enough bet. She doesn't want to be a mess. "And thank you," she adds, referring to far more than just the drink.