"Uh, yeah," says Iman with a slightly strained smile. "Yeah, just, uh. You know that day when you were stuck in the woods and he couldn't tell the truth?" That ought to be enough of an explanation, surely. If Greta assumes she actually met the man, her failure to recognize him will be conveniently covered by how he apparently has a totally different face right now.

"We're almost there," she huffs under her breath, drawing them up another stairwell. "Up and out." Where is Greta going to go? She hasn't considered this. No exit plan again, not her strong suit apparently. "Do you - I mean, you'll need a place to stay," she says, darting a look back at her. "Not safe here, obviously. You could come to mine, if you like."

It's only the adrenaline, the heat of the moment, that allows her to offer the option so nonchalantly.