"He's alive enough to murder me," the Balladeer clarifies. "Don't think he could manage normal people." He steps in and out of time with the rest of them; he's basically on their level, enough so to get attacked. Greta...well, she's out of any timeline she might have belonged in right now. Best not to take the risk.

"But yes. It is." He doesn't bother to bite back his humorless grin. He smiles for real at the pat, though. "Of course we will."

He'll try to see to it that she's fine, anyway. She really shouldn't have gotten caught up in all of this. The Balladeer moves in past the columns to one of the side walls, where presumably no one will be able to shoot them without at least making themselves visible first. He needs to catch his breath anyway; that is an extreme set of stairs. "But please don't do what you did with Guiteau. Booth'll be armed. He always carries a gun, and I think he's got a knife too."