The plastic container housing the pancakes is a bit more flimsy than Greta had expected. If she wasn't so comfortably situated, she'd be tempted to get a plate. Well, they can make do; it's going to be messy regardless, and she really doesn't want to get up. Instead, she deposits a few pats of butter onto the steaming pile of pancakes, and in lieu of a knife, just tilts the container back and forth to slide them around.
When Iman brings up Rita, she huffs out a breath in quiet agreement. 'Weird,' indeed. Not that she got to know the woman; Iman had spent the most time with her. All Greta knows - or can guess at - is that Rita was far better suited to that particular nightmare than she was, with her odd mechanical armor and weaponry. Even her coldness would have been a boon, for there are times when being kind won't get you what you need.
She wonders, heart sinking a little, what Iman would think of her if she knew what Greta had done in the Woods. Perhaps she wasn't as grim as Rita, but she had been about as ruthless. She'd never thought of herself as cold, but... the things she'd done, taken as they were, out of context... there's nothing particularly warm about swindling a child, or tearing someone's hair off.
Greta frowns down at the pancakes. "It's probably just as well that I didn't see that much of her," she says softly. "But I'm... I'm glad she was there." Otherwise, Iman might not have reached her at all, or arrived too late. Or had to shoulder the burden of waking her up - and while it was still miserable for both of them, she's very glad Iman was spared having to actually do it.
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When Iman brings up Rita, she huffs out a breath in quiet agreement. 'Weird,' indeed. Not that she got to know the woman; Iman had spent the most time with her. All Greta knows - or can guess at - is that Rita was far better suited to that particular nightmare than she was, with her odd mechanical armor and weaponry. Even her coldness would have been a boon, for there are times when being kind won't get you what you need.
She wonders, heart sinking a little, what Iman would think of her if she knew what Greta had done in the Woods. Perhaps she wasn't as grim as Rita, but she had been about as ruthless. She'd never thought of herself as cold, but... the things she'd done, taken as they were, out of context... there's nothing particularly warm about swindling a child, or tearing someone's hair off.
Greta frowns down at the pancakes. "It's probably just as well that I didn't see that much of her," she says softly. "But I'm... I'm glad she was there." Otherwise, Iman might not have reached her at all, or arrived too late. Or had to shoulder the burden of waking her up - and while it was still miserable for both of them, she's very glad Iman was spared having to actually do it.