Iman looks distractedly at Rita, wondering why she's stopping, what her problem is, what's-

-what-

Her blood freezes, a leaden weight forming in her gut, how could she not have seen this, how could she - no, no, no no no

Greta doesn't know. Why would she know? She's never had to contend with anything like this before. She doesn't know what they are, how they infect.

"Greta," she says softly, her voice wavering. She doesn't let go of her hand. Oh god. She swallows, struggling to stay calm. "Let me see."