The brusque order stings, and Greta bristles. "Oh, I apologize," she snaps without so much as a crumb of genuine contrition, clambering to her feet. For goodness' sake. Does he think she doesn't know how useless her tears are? "Please forgive me for not having as--as insufferably tight a lid on my feelings as you do on yours."

Not that sniping at Rush is any more useful than crying (though it is a bit more satisfying). They need to get Iman out of here, and he won't be able to carry Iman the entire distance - she saw the way he buckled when he first lifted her. Little as she wants to leave Iman's side, she could do with a few moments away from Rush. "I'm getting a cab," she announces, striding briskly towards the street. Hopefully she can flag one down by the time he catches up.