Greta hums in acknowledgment. It is odd timing, but then again, it's even odder to think of ROMAC holding two infants in reserve just in case she needs distracting. As if she's such a force to be reckoned with, when she's been in over her head since her arrival.

She does a slight double-take under Iman's scrutiny. "Oh, yes," she answers, perhaps a little too quickly. It's not a lie; she is all right, but if she wasn't, there'd be nothing Iman could do without endangering herself. And after the way she lingered in Greta's apartment, of all places... it's rather alarming to think that she would, if she thought Greta needed her.

Well, alarming and flattering.

"Truly," she says with a small but genuine smile. "The babies are keeping me on my toes, but I'm fine."