She startles slightly at Rush's outburst and looks up at him as though he's said something amazingly offensive. What, he doesn't want to talk about this? Hand holding, first names, prioritizing sleep above work? What is going on with him, anyway?

Greta's gentle interjection keeps her from saying anything affronted. Her posture sinks down slightly at the hand on her back, part of her wants to resist all this attention but that part is getting quieter.

And staying with Greta sounds like the best thing in the world right now.

"Okay," she says softly. "That'd be nice."