Greta stills when the two men appear, her grip on Iman's hand tightening. The armed one seems to be ignoring them, but the other one doesn't - he glances up at her in what looks like recognition, though she's certain she's never seen him before. She gapes openly as she watches the odd little scene play itself out, the guard retreating, the stranger emptying the gun with practiced ease.

And then he's saying her name as if he's an old friend, and she lets out a strangled squawk of protest. Iman steps between the two of them, stopping the man with a hand to his chest, and Greta shifts awkwardly, feeling unmoored. "I, er..." is as far as she gets before trailing off, at a loss. Why on earth is this man concerning himself with her?