Feeling at a bit of a loose end, and not knowing how long Anne will take, Greta ends up defaulting to the kitchen and putting the kettle on. She could certainly use a cuppa after the morning she's had, and Anne probably won't say no to one, either.

She's just pouring it out — something black and bracing that she plans to load with honey and milk — when Anne emerges from the bathroom, looking... well, rather normal, all things considered. The coat and the hat go a long way, and if she didn't know it was her shirt beneath it all, she might not have noticed. That's probably a good sign, though; it means her offerings weren't too far off the mark.

"Oh," she says, looking Anne over. "Seems like it fits well enough, then. I just made some tea, if you'd like a cup while we get your shirt sorted. Which shouldn't take too long, it's mostly just waiting for the machines to run their course." After a considering beat, she adds, "Though if you'd rather not wait around, I could always return it to you later." She's grateful that Anne showed up on her doorstep and dispatched that horrible creature before Saoirse woke, but she doesn't know Anne's schedule. She might have other plans for her day that don't involve lingering here for the duration of a wash/dry cycle.