Greta has never been a particularly gifted liar. Even if she could act the part, the slight but noticeable ill-fit of her clothes and the circles under her eyes would tell their own story. Of course he sees it, then... but he's not touching it, and she's grateful for that. The list of people she knows who might see her looking as she does and not ask is a short one, populated by those she's already told.

Leave it to a spy to show such restraint. Well, that's probably how it works, isn't it? Openly prying would be too obvious.

"How long have you been here?" she asks, unable to remember if it's a question she'd asked of Ashkaari. Small talk still feels inherently absurd, but it's preferable to the alternative.