"I can do that," says Iman gamely, taking the syrup in her hand and holding it up. She keeps her eyes on Greta, watching her as she situates everything. That was some kinda smile she just got. Greta's happy she's happy, and that's... well it's kind of new.

She'd be better off not following that train of thought, she thinks.

"Your, uh, face-twin," she says after a moment. "She was weird, huh? Nothing like you at all." She tilts her head, mulling over the phenomenon. "That's a thing, I understand," she says. "Sometimes people have the same faces. Like different versions of themselves from different universes, or... something." She shrugs. "I can't imagine you ever being that... cold."

Not that Rita wasn't hot as hell. Just. She was no Greta Baker, that is for sure.