He'd have been anxious under her gaze, mirror or no. He may be imagining the sensation of her gazing straight into his soul, but she's likely seen enough of him to have a good read on him regardless.

A gem. He hasn't seen one whole and sane in years, and now there's two in a spare few hours. She's been watching, waiting... for how long? Since the war? Who was she?

Greg swallows, mouth dry. "Uh... yeah. No problemo."

He holds out his hand to her. "Can you stand?"