"Don't worry," the Balladeer replies in a less frantic but still rather tense undertone. "I've got this."

Regardless of whether or not he has it, the guards certainly do not seem to have their prisoner. He is, in fact, fairly bounding towards the both of them right now. "Ah! I see why you were distracted!" The man gives Greta a somewhat oily smile. "And who is this lovely creature?"

The Balladeer just folds his arms over his chest. "Oh, go away. Don't you have somewhere to be?" He nods back towards the scaffold, and the guards who seem rather curiously frozen where they are. The crowd seems equally uninterested in the proceedings, despite the apparently notorious criminal prancing freely around the prison yard.