The Balladeer, when addressed, is obviously in the middle of trying to suppress laughter. She just wagged her finger at Guiteau. The man's not the most intimidating of the lot, of course, but he half wants to take her to meet the others just to see them get scolded.

He funnels the rest of his mirth into pretending to clear his throat. "Well. I don't have any engagements after this - " Barring the one, but he won't be convinced to do THAT again anytime soon, " - so I guess I could just get it over with and we could get out of here?" He still doesn't really want to perform the song. Sure, it's his job, but he's still feeling a little spiteful over being shoved into the inky blackness of possible-death. Finishing the scene is definitely the easiest way to leave, though.

"I certainly won't be in any position to stop you THEN!" Guiteau replies cheerily, stepping aside to wave him grandly towards the scaffold. "Shall we? I'll speak to you, later~" He winks at Greta before heading back towards his guard, a definite bounce in his step.

"Yeah. He won't," the Balladeer says, watching him go. "I'll be done in a few minutes, just..." He glances around the prison yard warily. It's still weird that she just randomly appeared here. "If someone tries to talk to you, don't." Then, with a few glances backwards, he follows Guiteau over to the scaffold.

Thus begins the most passive-aggressive rendition of the Ballad of Guiteau ever.