It doesn't take Greta too long to freshen up and make herself presentable - just as well, as it's a fair distance to Iman's apartment. She changes into clothes that aren't flour-dusted and redoes her hair, pulling it out of its messy bun, brushing it out, and twisting some of it back enough to keep it out of her face without looking quite so domestic. No need to get fancy, not when they're going somewhere as familiar (and poorly lit) as Wilmot's. And not when Iman would be finding it more difficult than usual just to do as she usually would, let alone dress up.

The trip to Greenwich Village feels longer than it is. She must be acclimating if traveling at such a comparatively cracking pace is starting to feel slow. But it isn't so long, really, before she's reached Iman's building. She fires off one last text, then buzzes Iman's unit and waits.