He sees, alright, and the Balladeer promptly straightens and moves to stand between the two. "What do you want?" He isn't afraid, and he won't be intimidated. He's just annoyed.
Booth turns from leering up at the statue in distaste to face him, flashing the pair a charming smile. He is far better than Guiteau at playing the gentleman; the Balladeer's glad he already told Greta all about the fellow. "No need to look like that," he drawls, stepping closer. "I was just hopin' to finish our previous conversation. Now, are you hidin' a new member of our little society from us?"
He nods over the Balladeer's shoulder towards Greta. The Balladeer bristles visibly. Oh, come on, she doesn't look like she'd haul off and try to kill someone in the least!
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He sees, alright, and the Balladeer promptly straightens and moves to stand between the two. "What do you want?" He isn't afraid, and he won't be intimidated. He's just annoyed.
Booth turns from leering up at the statue in distaste to face him, flashing the pair a charming smile. He is far better than Guiteau at playing the gentleman; the Balladeer's glad he already told Greta all about the fellow. "No need to look like that," he drawls, stepping closer. "I was just hopin' to finish our previous conversation. Now, are you hidin' a new member of our little society from us?"
He nods over the Balladeer's shoulder towards Greta. The Balladeer bristles visibly. Oh, come on, she doesn't look like she'd haul off and try to kill someone in the least!