Iman giggles at Greta's enthusiasm and softens almost immediately when the woman leans on her, even with the few inches she has on her, leaning and letting Iman steady her with an arm around her waist. This is nice. Good day. Good impulses.

"Agreed," she says, waving at the bartender as she leads Greta out the back way, where there's a nice alley. Not exactly a picturesque date location but a good place for a bit of impromptu training, which of course is laughably unwise in their current states, but life's too short for wisdom. Iman flashes teeth in a broad grin and takes Greta's hand in her organic one, stepping away like they're about to dance. "Okay so step one is balance," she says very seriously, and almost immediately her footing falters and she staggers slightly with an embarrassed laugh. "S'very important. Can't do anything without balance. We might be in trouble."