Greta's just stepping out with her bowl of fruit when Rush speaks, and she pauses there, studying Iman with a pensive frown before deciding he's right (though he could have been a bit gentler about it). The bowl is resettled on the island with a little clunk, and she sweeps over to her friend and sets a comforting hand on her back.

"You can stay here," she says quietly. It's not an order, but Iman doesn't seem to be in any shape to take a cab home, and Greta can't stand the thought of shuffling her off to an otherwise empty apartment. Someone ought to stay with her until she's more herself. "How does that sound?"