In Which Greta Is A Useful Friend To Have
Greta does end up in sticky situations now and then, between staying late at the foundry to work and going to help Kevin whenever needed. She walks on dangerous streets. Luckily, she knows how to look after herself, and she's got one or two toys of her own. It's not too long before everyone in their group is carrying something - like a little bottle of pressurized vinegar, to spray in an attackers eyes or something. Just enough to clear an escape; they're smart enough to know sometimes its better to just run.
Greta makes a point that none of their own should ever be entirely unarmed. Mike feels like he's truly a part of the group the first time Greta quietly and without fanfare supplies him with a gadget of his own.
In true Greta style, it's unique. Mike marvels over the simple, sleek tube, so like the new-fangled fountain pens some of the gents are carrying this year.
But instead of ink, it contains something a lot less pleasant. "My personal brew," Macy says proudly.
When Mike tries it out under Greta's watchful eye, the thin stream of liquid gouges a smoking line half an inch deep in the wood boards of the outhouse. He grins at her lopsidedly. "Now all I need to do is remember not to try and write with it."
Greta laughs, loud and free. Mike can't help but compare her to the society girls and their polite little titters; they come up short. He definitely prefers Greta's company to the best they had to offer. "I'd like to see people's faces if you did. Just, word to the wise? Make sure your knees aren't under the table at the time."