"You're cursed to say bullshit," Johnny rephrases, being willfully unhelpful. "You know I think this might be an improvement."

He's not going to complain if this guy can't sing his dark personal history just by looking at him. But Greta seems to like him, so he sighs and grumbles, "I'm sorry, okay, it's been a long day. I don't suppose you know how to get us out of here."