"Greta," she says, faintly skeptical in a who-honestly-names-their-kid-that-anymore kind of way. Her apparent resemblance to the other woman isn't too hard to believe, given Asadi's initial reaction to her, but it still seems... weird. As if today wasn't weird enough.

She watches Asadi explore the flat, though there isn't much to see. There's a thick layer of dust over almost everything, save the furniture she moved to barricade the door, and the patterns of disturbance make it clear enough that she's spent most of her time hovering by the window. Waiting. For nothing in particular, which might make this the best shot at making some progress that she's going to get.

"What else can that do?" she asks with a pointed nod towards the mechanical prosthetic.