Greta nods, humming quietly to herself. Anne and Regan haven't overlapped much, and Anne's never exactly been gregarious, even without a language barrier to contend with. It's never been something Greta pushed, in no small part because... well, not because it was irrelevant, but because she'd never thought of what they were doing as—as courting. She hadn't had an eye towards making Anne part of the bloody family. She never would've presumed Anne wanted that; she still isn't sure Anne wants that sort of thing now.

But whatever they're doing, however it might be defined, it's fair for Regan to want some reassurance that it's not going to be a disaster.

"She's not bad," Greta agrees with a wry smile. "And I don't think she'll hurt me." Not as readily or as callously as the city might, anyway. In her experience, that's what pries relationships apart. "It might take us a little time to find our feet, but... I think that's okay." She gives Regan an inquiring look, hoping she might agree.