Heaven help her, she is going to smack him if he doesn't shut his mouth. The girl is sensible, and she's armed - which makes her safe enough in a pinch, which is what this whole bloody situation was. Is? Whichever.

"Oh, as if you know anything about any of this," she shoots back, starting in a vicious undertone that climbs into something strident enough to carry. "You think you can just drop into my head and--"

"Greta?" a third, achingly familiar voice interrupts, and she pulls up short, suddenly breathless. Her husband appears from around a nearby tree, sees her, and slumps in visible relief. "There you are," he scolds, hurrying down the path towards her. "We were wondering what was keeping y--oh," he concludes abruptly as Greta flings her arms around his neck in a far more frantic embrace than the situation warrants. But she can't help herself. He feels so real. He puts his arms around her after a moment's hesitation, and she hears him offer the other man a bemused but friendly, "Hullo," from over her shoulder.