"Oh," Greta says in the tone of someone who has just discovered something unpleasant and desiccated curled up in the bottom of the pantry. She can understand why such a grand monument was built for this Lincoln fellow - it sounds like he was a good ruler - but more to the point, she can appreciate the Balladeer's complete distaste for Mister Booth. "Well, that Booth fellow sounds loathsome." No wonder he was so quick to haul her off.

... And speak of the devil. It looks as if they've been followed after all. Greta groans under her breath, shifts a bit closer to the Balladeer, and nods toward the not-so-new arrival.