Greg's reaction was instinctive, just as the woman's raising of her hands upon [i]appearing[/i] before the Special Agent seemed to be: she'd suddenly presented herself with hands gently raised in surrender, and he'd instantly leaped to his feet and pulled his weapon from his hip holster.  But Greg didn't point it at Lana, instead holding it with the barrel pointing downward, [i]trigger finger[/i] on the outside of the guard.  His subconscious told him to arm himself, but his conscious quickly countered with a reminder that this woman wasn't a suspect but was instead a person of interest.

And, he would quickly come to understand, Lana was more than just a person of interest, she was an [i]interesting[/i] person.  As she explained that she needed to get out of there and he needed to help her, Greg's mind was screaming at him [i]She really can turn invisible!  She really can!  What the hell?[/i]  When she gestured to the windows, he cautiously stepped closer to the balcony and peeked downward.  He recognized the official nature of the vehicles and men just as easily as Lana did.  

"If they get me," she informed him, "you'll never see me again."

As she went on, Greg caught sight of one particular man who remained near the vehicles, flanked by two others who took the stance of body guards.  He stared for a moment, remembering.  Unconcerned with revealing something he shouldn't, Greg said, "That man was at the bank.  I remember him.  He was ... where the hell...?"  He searched his memory, then added, "Oh [i]hell[/i], he was with my boss.  At the ERT vehicle."

Greg looked back to Lana -- but she wasn't there again.  He growled without thinking, "Fuck..."  He looked about the room and saw no sign of her.  He holstered his weapon, talking to thin air, "Miss Reed, please.  I need to know what's going on here.  I'll help you.  I'll get you out of here.  But ... you  have to trust me.  [i]And...![/i]  You have to promise me that you won't run.  I can help you if you are a witness ... a person of interest ... concerned about your safety.  But I can't help you if you are a fugitive ... if you are simply taking advantage of me to escape custody."

All he could do was wait for Lana's reaction.  Greg didn't know, of course, that Lana's [i]super power[/i] was more akin to camouflage than invisibility, that if she moved, he would again see her.  For all he knew, she had already reached the out of sight front door and split.

"Trust me, Lana," he said, using her given name for the first time, hoping to instill some additional trust.  "I can help you.  So long as you are honest with me."

He glanced downward to the street again, asking as he watched the mysterious man, "Who are they...?  And what do they want from you?"

He had a good suspicion that these guys weren't here because of the bank robbery.  He couldn't know that he was right.  Very right.