There's little chance of Greta questioning Johnny's motives; it's enough that he's willing to help. "Thank you," she breathes, picking up Rashad's ankles as if he's an ungainly, squirming wheelbarrow and tucking them under her arms.

"I promised you no such thing," she snaps at him as she backs him toward the door. "But you promised to leave, so that's just what you're doing." Not that he's making it easy for them, and it's a struggle to keep ahold of him as he flops around like a landed trout. But they are making progress - at least his legs are out into the hall.