Iman doesn't want to, but she can't avoid meeting Rita's gaze.

"No," she blurts, and she drops Greta's hand abruptly, pressing it instead over her mouth as she backs away, feeling like she's going to be sick. "No. No. No, this can't- I won't - no!"

She's being childish.

She's panicking.

She's not making this any fucking easier for Greta.

"There has to be something we can..." She runs out of breath, out of will to speak, before she can finish. She casts about desperately for a solution, when she knows there is none.