Thank goodness she thought to memorize her friends' numbers. Granted, it's not a tall order when you don't have that many friends, but that's beside the point. Greta takes the phone and fires off a text to the Balladeer, smiling in relief when he responds. "I'm sure he'll help us," she says, transferring the smile to Johnny as she waits for the next text.

And then she frowns. Wait... what? "He's..." she says, looking at the phone as if it's personally offended her. "He's not coming." Another text comes in, and her expression darkens further. She's not even dignifying that with a response. What a... well, 'disappointment' doesn't even begin to cover it.

Greta sighs heavily, then passes the phone back to Johnny. "I'm sorry. Maybe one of your friends would be a... a safer bet."