"Well, next is..." Iman hesitates, trying to actually get her brain to work solidly enough for a logical, ordered lesson plan. It's pretty hard. Who's she going to demonstrate on, Greta? She doesn't want to demonstrate on Greta. She is, in fact, getting rather distracted just looking at Greta. "Um. Uh." She laughs, embarrassed, moving her mechanical hand to sort of cup her own cheek, a comically coy gesture with such an imposing limb. "Y'know I don't usually fight this drunk," she admits.

She sort of steps forward a bit, nudging Greta gingerly along, until they're at a wall, Greta's back against it, for the lesson. "Let's start smaller," she says, releasing Greta's hand. "Say someone has you cornered. If it's a dude there's two great options. Knee him in the junk, that'll work every time if he's not expecting it, but lots of times that's exactly what he's expecting - so what's even better is to sort of drop down and launch yourself up and headbutt him right under the chin." She demonstrates the motion slowly, crouching and then popping up gently, not under Greta's chin, but instead rather close. "Um. That. That'll knock him back and you can make a run for it."

Is she leaning closer or is that the alcohol?