The Balladeer draws up short at the hand on his chest, then raises his hands in a vaguely annoyed manner as he hears the familiar sound of a bullet clicking into position. It's a little more than he can do to suppress an eyeroll. Oh, you're going to shoot him. How original.

"I'm the Balladeer...?" he answers slowly, his eyes on Greta. Why isn't she telling them? She's acting like she doesn't - oh. "Wait, do I look different to you, too?" Seriously, he checked again in a real mirror when he got back to his apartment. He doesn't think he looks any different than normal, so he'd just decided the problem was with Sunshine. And of course once he realized what had happened to Greta, the whole matter slipped his mind a bit. This was much more important.