"Rush," she says idly. "I'm interrupting very important science with my drunken shenanigans." She smirks, keeping the phone under her hand with an impressively nonchalant air. "I gotta get him drunk one of these days. I bet he's a great drunk."

Actually there's pretty decent odds he'd be an incredibly sad drunk, but no point wondering about that now. She clicks her phone off and goes back to eating the bread. "Did you ever do much drinking back home?" she asks curiously. "I mean, like... what did you and your... um, what did you guys do for fun?"

This might be a sensitive question, and she half-regrets asking it, but after so much shared experience and so many feelings had she still feels like she doesn't know that much about Greta's past, and this is the sensible time to ask, while they're both less inhibited.