"... No. No, I mean..." Greta ducks her head with a quiet huff, half exasperated, half sob. God, this is awful, and she doesn't want to make it harder than it has to be. But she's never been a good liar, and she can't pretend Saoirse is just going for a swim, as if that's all it will be. The tears are starting to threaten in earnest, now, and she buries her face in her hand for a moment, trying to force them back.