Greta presses her lips together as he takes her arm - not roughly, but with polished grace that is almost worse. Bad things can hide behind good manners. Even the dismissal of the guard makes her stomach knot, because the guard is still there, ready to make things unpleasant for her if she sets a toe out of line.

'Downstairs,' then. Where else would they hold people they didn't want going anywhere? The top floor, maybe - and perhaps it's just as well they're not headed in that direction, presuming the building doesn't extend as far into the earth as it does into the sky. Iman will have a shorter distance to travel, which can only be a good thing...

And then the rest of his sentence sinks in, and Greta glances over at him, unable to mask her surprise - or her growing dread.

He'd guessed that she had sent Iman a warning, yet he hadn't really tried to stop her. Why wouldn't he have tried to stop her, if he thought she was warning Iman away?

"For what?" she asks, voice quavering with the sudden certainty that they're both waiting for the exact same thing.