Well, this is awkward on several levels. Rita stares at Greta, barely recognizing herself in the other woman. She looks so... nice. So profoundly unsuited to all this. God, it's like looking at an old photograph of her mother, gently blurred and over-saturated and careworn around the corners. When was the last time Rita was that soft-edged? She can't remember. Maybe she never was.

Her gaze drops to the floor, then flickers over to Iman, and that just makes it worse. Christ, she's beaming. Are they a couple? They have to be a couple. Which makes her the third wheel, holy shit, this is absurd.

"... So I see," she finally says, shifting her weight with a clank and a hiss. Then, somewhat warily directed towards Greta, "All right?"

"Um." Greta wipes at her face, then nods unsteadily. "Yes, I--I think so." She turns to look at Iman with such open admiration that it makes Rita want to squirm. "Better now that you're here."