Greta brightens in turn when the Balladeer walks up - and with a few promising-looking bags in hand. "You're back!" Thank goodness. However awkward he and Johnny might be around one another, at least now they can get somewhere. She takes the offered bag and peers inside, relieved to see a few bottles of water. That, she figures, can come first; then they can work on getting Johnny out.

She tromps back over to Johnny and pulls out one of the water bottles, giving it an excited little waggle for emphasis. "Look! Hang on, I can hold it for you." She can't promise a lack of spills, but it's probably better for him to get some water now than wait until the shears do (or don't) take care of the thorns.