Iman has never been short with her before, and Greta blanches, then reddens, as if she's been slapped. Her immediate and entirely unhelpful impulse is to snap right back, and she gets as far as, "But you--!" before she cuts herself off. But she... what, ought to think more of other people's feelings when she's the one who got chewed up and spat out by the Rift? Ought to be more careful, as if she can't handle a walk around the block because her arm is injured? There's nothing wrong with Iman's legs.

And Greta knows, a little too well, the frustration of being ordered to stay put for the sake of someone else's peace of mind.

But that doesn't mean she's happy about this. Her hands lift and drop in a gesture of exasperated defeat, and her voice is ragged when she says, "Fine." Rush won't be happy, either, but what is she supposed to do, tackle the woman? She turns her back on the door and presses a hand to her forehead; the other she flaps in bitter dismissal. Go, then.