"Oh, I'm - " he starts, then hesitates for a second. Does he have to lie here? He's not okay. That's probably pretty obvious; Iman isn't exactly the unobservant type. " - not. Great."

B turns to watch the server leave. "I've been better. I - god, I can't believe he got the jump on me like that." He shouldn't really complain. With his abilities, he weasels his way out of more trouble than most of the population of Manhattan. Most villains, when you come down to it, don't really respect the unspoken rule of leaving civilians out of things. Those usually stop at robbery, though, and he's, well, himself. "That's the whole reason I do this, this secrecy thing," he admits, darting a quick glance at the door though he knows no one dangerous is coming. "This isn't the first time someone's come after me like that. I'm too good a resource." The word's pronounced bitterly.