Greta smooths her palms over her skirt, trying not to look as apprehensive as she feels. Has Iman ever tangled with magic before? Probably not, aside from the curses, and she'd said hers wasn't so bad. Rumplestiltskin doesn't seem inclined towards physical violence, at least... but then, he wouldn't have to be, would he? She eyes his cane the way one might eye a loaded gun.

"His name is Rumplestiltskin," Angus says, lip curled in a one-sided snarl. "And she never introduced herself." He nods stiffly in the lizard's direction.