"Iiiii don't...know," the Balladeer replies, focusing hard on the memories he has. They're clear enough, but a lot was happening all at once. "I said some stuff - nothing new, but they got pretty upset. And the music went funny! It was sort of a - a mob situation?" He sounds pretty casual about it. Mobs happen from time to time!

But he frowns, gesturing at the air. "Usually, it's not...I know they're not gonna do anything. They don't like me, but they're not gonna shoot me for real. That'd be stupid! But this time they were just...different."

The Balladeer shrugs. Despite the time that's passed, he seems somewhat wounded by the recollection. He'd felt like he was in real danger. It's not that he'd trusted them, exactly. It's just that he thought he knew where they all stood. The whole thing felt like being at home and having the floor suddenly drop out from under you. "So they were all comin' at me, and I was cornered, so I kinda tried to get out somewhere else, but it didn't go right. Rift got me instead." He's still not entirely clear on if he got out and then was grabbed, or if he never would have escaped at all otherwise. "It was confusing for a minute. I thought - " he snorts " - I thought maybe it was just a new one, like they'd let the President go to Central Park for some reason."