The Balladeer arches his eyebrows. It's not that he's totally shocked that Greta didn't just completely drop Johnny on his say-so; she's not that kind of person. But he knows that there's something wrong here! "Weird? It's - "

He trails off, turning his hand in the air vaguely. Honestly, things would be a lot easier if Johnny had just shot a president. Even if he could communicate properly right now, what is he going to say? There's too many competing sounds? Johnny's life sounds like a madman with too many instruments on his hands? It's got an echo? Greta doesn't know what lives are supposed to sound like to begin with, and he can't begin to play this for her even if he wanted to.

That would be a terrible idea. It's not easy to forget once you've heard it.

Sighing, he drops his head into his hand for a moment, rubbing at his temples. Today's just been a real headache in general. " - okay. Yeah. Let's just stay here." Maybe some other time he'll try to revisit this, but for now he just takes her hand in his and starts walking again. "It's a long way still."