Her hands are shaking, but they move with swift surety as she keeps the bulk of her attention on Sara Jane, making sure the woman keeps her distance. She only looks back at the Balladeer's shoulder to knot the ends of the scarf together, and then she's vaguely surprised at how quickly she put it together. It all looks a bit slapdash, and her skirt and the scarf are dark enough that it's hard to tell how much blood might be soaking through, but at least it's something.

Greta can't say she approves of the Balladeer lurching to his feet, but she also very much likes the idea of them getting out of here. She moves to stand beneath his uninjured arm, propping him up a bit with one hand at his back and the other on his chest. "Yes, we should," she says quietly. "But where?" That place where he goes to rest? Is that too obvious? She doesn't want to suggest anything where Sara Jane might overhear.