The idea of coming to an arrangement with him makes Greta grimace as if she's tasted something unpleasant. She knows what he's after, but she can't imagine what he'd attempt to offer in return - aside from 'leaving,' and now that Iman's here, Greta rather hopes they can just skip right to that part.

She reaches out to take Iman's hand all but automatically, feeling bolstered by her friend's presence on one side and Angus's on the other. "No deals," she seconds. "You've nothing to offer us."