Iman pulls back when Greta looks up and starts sputtering. "Yeah," she says. "How 'bout that, huh?" She looks at Greta and smiles, unable to express anything but relief right now. "That's Rita. She helped me kick ass all the way to you."

She glances back at Rita. "Told you she looked like you," she says, unnecessarily. "And that we'd find her."

There's absolutely no point in gloating about something she was so uncertain of, but she doesn't care. She'd been so terrified, and now - now everything's okay. You know, relatively.