The Balladeer rocks back on his heels, keeping a wary eye on Guiteau himself. "...yes," he acknowledges begrudgingly, glancing away with a faint trace of guilt. "It's my job. Which I was trying to do before..." He trails off with an accusatory glare at Guiteau, who seems unmoved.

"You were being rude," he replies primly. "He called us failures."

"Have you seen yourself? Was this what you wanted?" The Balladeer waves a hand at the scaffold. "And none of the rest of you are any better - they kill people." This is an explanatory aside to Greta, who is apparently now the mediator for some kind of giant insane conflict between a group of murderers and a man with a banjo. Sorry, Greta.