Thank goodness hugging her wasn't the wrong move. Greta lets out another little sigh as Iman leans against her, relieved that she hasn't made a misstep, relieved Iman is letting her do the only useful thing she can do, considering how much of this whole disaster is technological in nature. There is nothing she can do for Iman's arm, but at least she can do something for the rest of her.

"Come sit down," she urges, gentle and practical, giving Iman a light, encouraging nudge in the direction of the table and then going on ahead to pull the chairs back over from beside her bed. "There will be food soon, but in the meantime, you two can..." she flaps a hand at the tools in general incomprehension.