"Perfect," she says of the lime juice, and then nods at the invitation to take the hijab. "Sure." She lets Greta draw it off her, focusing her attention on the bottles. "The names that fucker called me - well, some of them, anyway - they're because of that." She can't open the bottles one handed so she just slides each of them down the counter for Greta to handle. "People in my universe didn't give much thought to religion, it was kind of a family thing. It was important to my mother so it was important to me. I grew up with it. But here, it's... they take it so seriously. And they hate each other for it. I get stared at all the time, like people think I'm gonna do something terrible, just because of that." She jerks her head back toward the hijab, and stares gloomily at the glasses in front of her. "Sometimes I think I should just stop wearing it."