Greta almost manages to straighten before her injury stops her, and she stills with a wince and a sharp little gasp, her grip on the Balladeer's shoulder tightening. "Well," she manages after a moment, "I can probably walk, but... not quickly." More of a shuffle, which wouldn't do much good if anyone actually tried to stop them.

"If we can just get somewhere else," she gives a vague flap of her free hand, "that might help. Maybe I wouldn't be injured anymore." Or that could just be wishful thinking, but her side hurts badly enough that she'd just as soon wake up as continue playing along with whatever this is. She presses her lips together, then ventures, "Maybe if we did something completely mad. Like..." she trails off, then nods pointedly at the window. No one will stop them if they try to leave that way, she'd guess.