"Wh--" Greta turns her head as that lizard starts to prowl around her, and Angus circles round her legs to snarl a silent warning at the creature. Her gaze flicks back to Rumplestiltskin, and she stammers, "Both, I suppose. I'm--I'm hardly one to ask." She hasn't studied the Rift as Iman and Rush have done, and she honestly can't tell him much more than she has, already.
Except that at least one person has managed to control it. And she can't tell him that. Little as she knows about him, she's certain she doesn't want him showing up in Manhattan because she inadvertently showed him the way.
"That's all we know," Angus says shortly. Then, to her mingled embarrassment and relief, "We're leaving." He punctuates it by giving her a pointed bump with his hip, his forelegs firmly planted between her and the lizard.
Greta lets herself be herded, shuffling out from between the man and the lizard and angling herself toward the clearest path away. She casts a flustered glance over at Rumplestiltskin and manages, "Er, yes. Um. Good day." Then, much as turning her back on him gives her a chill, she deliberately turns to walk away.
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Except that at least one person has managed to control it. And she can't tell him that. Little as she knows about him, she's certain she doesn't want him showing up in Manhattan because she inadvertently showed him the way.
"That's all we know," Angus says shortly. Then, to her mingled embarrassment and relief, "We're leaving." He punctuates it by giving her a pointed bump with his hip, his forelegs firmly planted between her and the lizard.
Greta lets herself be herded, shuffling out from between the man and the lizard and angling herself toward the clearest path away. She casts a flustered glance over at Rumplestiltskin and manages, "Er, yes. Um. Good day." Then, much as turning her back on him gives her a chill, she deliberately turns to walk away.