Greta's frowning at Angus, which makes it impossible not to notice poor Aqil's mortified reaction to the question. Well, it was a terribly vain question; of course he's embarrassed. She tsks disapprovingly, and Angus has the good grace to duck his head.

Iman, of course, manages to come up with an answer that is as flattering and ridiculous as everything else she's said, and Greta dismisses it with a flap of her hand and an incredulous snort. Honestly.

And there goes her hijab. Greta's seen her without it quite a few times, now, but it's still a jolt. Granted, Iman gave the impression that she didn't take it too seriously... but she always seemed to wear it as a rule until that evening at Wilmot's. Now, Greta watches the scarf billow out behind her friend - who makes no attempt to fix it - and wonders if she ought to be pleased or vaguely embarrassed that Iman doesn't seem to mind if she sees her without it.

Well, she's not going to tell the woman to put it back on if she doesn't want to. "Mind you don't lose it," she says instead, hustling a little to make up for lost ground with Angus shuffling through the sand alongside her. Then, once she's caught up, "Your hair's going to end up all over the place." Not the most graceful subject shift, perhaps, but it was necessary, she thinks. And, to be fair, the wind is having its merry way with Iman's hair already.