"No." She raises a hand in a sharp, frustrated motion, unable to keep it battened down, that feeling when someone tells her she can't. Unable to pull herself together, to give Greta the patience she deserves, unable to look her in the eye. "Just - Don't tell me what I can't do."

She turns away, fussing haphazardly with her hijab. "I'll come back, I just - need to be alone."