She grimaces and offers him no counterargument. She knows he's right. This was a fucked operation from the start. She couldn't help being curious, but she definitely could have helped the rest of it.

Whatever.

The kid can't be saved, not yet, but at the very least Iman's not going to let anyone harvest her.

She leads them as far out of the Sister's eyeline as she can, and waits. The girl spends a lot of time whimpering and crying over the felled Big Daddy, and then finally, like a homing signal's been activated, straightens up and starts padding away.

Iman follows at a healthy distance. Everything is very suspiciously fucking quiet.