Part of her is surprised Iman is still speaking to her. Not that she knows how a hero typically handles this stage of the operation, but she'd presumed it would lean more towards a vaguely patronizing truism followed by a victorious retreat, probably accompanied by a trumpet fanfare from nowhere. It still might, she supposes, but for the moment, she feels as if she's stumbled into an interview she hasn't prepared for.

Not that it's a difficult question. Pull yourself together, woman.

"Greta." She makes an aborted little motion to offer her hand again, realizes she's already done that, and turns it into a flustered readjustment of her bag. "Greta Baker."