"Yes," she says, in general confirmation of the giant's existence and general agreement that its presence is a very bad thing. She pauses uncertainly when the young man tells her to 'hold on' - does he have some sort of plan in mind? Is he going to sneak around and attack the giant from another angle? (Attack the giant with what?) Her shoulders slump in visible disappointment when he turns back to her, at an obvious loss. So much for rescue.

Well. This isn't the young lad she was searching for, but it seems he's in need of looking after, too. Greta takes him by the shoulders and steers him behind the trunk of a towering oak, keeping the trunk between them and the giant. "I don't know," she says in an undertone, releasing him and peering out through the trees. A shoe the size of their cottage swings briefly into view. She can't tell if the giant is going to walk past them or walk over them, but either way, they should probably move. Seizing her new charge by the arm, she pulls him along after her as she heads for the shelter of another tree.

"She's looking for a boy, Jack," she explains in an urgent undertone. "Have you seen him? He's this tall, blonde hair… er… trusting disposition?" She gives him an inquiring look, interrupted by a wince as the ground shakes once again.