Greta winces as Johnny struggles. That's definitely not helping, but she can't do much more than lift a hand in a halfhearted, quelling gesture before he stills on his own.

"Then we'll wait," she says, just before the Balladeer chimes in. She looks at him in faint alarm at first, before realizing what he really means and nodding. "It probably won't last long." She peers through the vines at Johnny, lips twisting into a wry smile. "And it's not as if I have anywhere else to be." Or anywhere else she can get to, at the moment.

She turns back to the Balladeer as he starts pulling out hot dogs, then takes the one he's offered her. Still warm; that's nice. "Are you hungry?" she asks, looking back at Johnny.