The Balladeer tilts his head back thoughtfully. "Guilty ones? Naaaaah. Usually Sam'll just...y'know, he's always talkin' about his stupid beer, and then they'll all relax for a while." Those times might have seemed like respites. Maybe for the others, they were. Not for him. At least being out in the field was generally a one-on-one situation. Everything became more volatile in groups, and sitting quietly in a corner while the assassins conversed was never quite his style.

"Usually ends up with a fight," he concludes, waving a hand dismissively. "Leon'll get pissy, or...or someone says somethin' about Jodie Foster." It could be any of a hundred things. None of them were exactly emotionally stable people.

It occurs to him that Greta doesn't know who most of the people he just mentioned are. "Jodie Foster's an actress." Is that helpful at all?