Of course it hasn't. Not that Greta can blame the creature. She'd never heard of New York before she found herself there, and as far as she can tell, the Rift has been news to everyone it snapped up.

"Well, you seem to have caught its interest," she says, a faint undercurrent of bitterness in her tone. It's hardly an honor. Then again, considering what could have happened to her, perhaps she shouldn't complain.

She gives the cat another cautious once-over, then offers, "I'm Greta." If it really is some messenger of the Rift playing with her, then it already knows her name; no sense in hiding it. And if it's not, she supposes an introduction is only polite.