"'Beth'?" Greta repeats, baffled. It's a trivial thing to even think about, but given the track her mind has been on since Mr. Fring took her - since before that, even, since the evening after her most recent curse was lifted - she's perhaps a little too eager to fixate on it. Better than wondering if they'll manage to escape the building unscathed. Better than wondering what happens after that. Better than thinking about the scarf neatly folded in a drawer in her apartment, which might as well be in another universe, now.

'Beth,' honestly.