"It keeps cutting us off," Greta says, more annoyed than alarmed. Except it let her get that out just fine. It's not as if she's hitting some sort of--of word limit. She had no trouble talking to Iman when she first pulled her out of the ivy. What's changed? Why is this happening?

Iman sneezes again, and Greta scowls. "I don't want to rest," she says with just a touch of petulance. If that's the Rift's plan - give them a nice setting to explore and then distract them with sneezing fits so no one gets to actually enjoy it - she won't be giving into it that easily. "I want to have a look 'round." Also, apparently, unobjectionable. She casts a suspicious look up at the sky, then drops her gaze back to Iman. "Don't you?" she asks, the question hard-edged with determination. If they both want to explore, then they're doing it, whether the Rift wants to make it easy for them or not.