Greta perks up at the cheery greeting. Cheery person, really; Bee seems no less than delighted to see them (well, the one of them who's easily visible). It's a nice welcome to receive - especially after the journey they've had - and she clasps Bee's hand warmly and smiles down at her. "And you're Bee. It's nice to meet you properly."
Her smile takes a turn for the bewildered when Bee says she remembers her. "Er... have we met already?" she asks, a little concerned that they did, and she forgot. It doesn't seem too likely; Greta has a good enough memory for faces, and Bee strikes her as a bright spark. Then the pieces fall into place, and she flaps a hand dismissively. "Oh. You got the texts, I suppose." The thought still leaves her with a faint twinge of guilt (poor Iman), and now it's joined by a more recently acquired stab of concern. There are certain individuals she'd rather didn't make that connection immediately upon hearing her name.
But Bee isn't one of them. "Thank you," Greta says as she steps into Bee's apartment, quietly approving of how neat and tidy she keeps it. Her gaze is drawn to the ward on her window, which has been beautifully worked into the glass. How lovely!
She turns back towards Bee, and the general area where she presumes Jay must be drifting. "It's a bit hard for Jay to talk," she explains, not knowing how much the Balladeer has filled Bee in. "He can't seem to move anything - at least not so far - but it's noticeable when he touches you, so it's not too hard to work out signs for 'yes' and 'no.' There is a trick to seeing him," she adds, "but I'm afraid it's a bit messy, so it might be better left until Tim arrives."
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Her smile takes a turn for the bewildered when Bee says she remembers her. "Er... have we met already?" she asks, a little concerned that they did, and she forgot. It doesn't seem too likely; Greta has a good enough memory for faces, and Bee strikes her as a bright spark. Then the pieces fall into place, and she flaps a hand dismissively. "Oh. You got the texts, I suppose." The thought still leaves her with a faint twinge of guilt (poor Iman), and now it's joined by a more recently acquired stab of concern. There are certain individuals she'd rather didn't make that connection immediately upon hearing her name.
But Bee isn't one of them. "Thank you," Greta says as she steps into Bee's apartment, quietly approving of how neat and tidy she keeps it. Her gaze is drawn to the ward on her window, which has been beautifully worked into the glass. How lovely!
She turns back towards Bee, and the general area where she presumes Jay must be drifting. "It's a bit hard for Jay to talk," she explains, not knowing how much the Balladeer has filled Bee in. "He can't seem to move anything - at least not so far - but it's noticeable when he touches you, so it's not too hard to work out signs for 'yes' and 'no.' There is a trick to seeing him," she adds, "but I'm afraid it's a bit messy, so it might be better left until Tim arrives."