Jessica is one of the friends she hasn't needed to work to avoid. She's so busy with her new job that even if Greta had wanted to impose, they probably would have had to schedule a time to squeeze her in. Up until now, it's been something of a relief to think that at least one of her friends wouldn't be in a position to notice how bad things are -- not until Greta has had time to get herself back together.

So much for that.

"Um." She pulls up short, groceries tucked over one arm. Something is wrong; obviously so, if that's the first question out of Jessica's mouth. There's not much point in denying it. She just doesn't doesn't know what to say.

Surely Jessica has more important business to attend to than her. She certainly looks the part of professional councilwoman, all trim and neat and put together in a way that throws Greta's own general disarray into sharper relief. God, she must look a mess.

She exhales, then lifts her shoulders, unable to meet Jessica's gaze. "I don't... you must be terribly busy."