Greta huffs out a laugh. It's good to see Iman in better spirits, it's just the thought of doing experiments that has her a bit dubious. "How?" From what little she understands, trying to make it kick in is the surest way to see that it doesn't. "Wait until I'm in the middle of something, and then throw things at me?" Oh, dear, that might actually work. She grins over at Iman as she takes her arm again, adding, "Maybe I shouldn't tempt you."

Her expression softens at the thanks. "Of course. He deserved worse." She purses her lips, her expression hardening into an echo of her earlier righteous indignation. "Beastly fellow." Ugh. Greta shakes her head briskly, as if to fend off a troublesome insect, and walks in silence for a few paces. An irrepressible smile starts to reassert itself, though, and she mutters, "Right in the face," before starting to giggle.