Greta wrinkles her nose. That dream was some time ago, but she hasn't forgotten that oily little man. "I remember he was rude," she says. "And... stubborn." She furrows her brow, trying to call up details from what had been a rather complicated dream, when all was said and done. One resurfaces, and she looks at the Balladeer in alarm. "You said he tried to kill you."

But it can't have been that bad. He only has one bruise (at least that she can see, and there's an unpleasant thought). She can't believe Johnny would have honestly tried to kill the Balladeer, though - him or anyone else.