The Balladeer lets out a slightly breathless laugh, moving to flop down in an empty chair. "Yeah. And a little space." He really hadn't been sure if that was going to work. Normally he waits until he's supposed to go, and just takes the natural path through. He's never tried just shouldering his way through.

Slinging the banjo off, he sets it on the ground and tries to relax. When did everything take such a turn? Booth's never been friendly - most haven't been - but he's gone a long time without ever feeling threatened. Maybe he really shouldn't have done what he did. Even if they did deserve a good dressing-down.

Sighing, he glances up towards a large clock on the wall. "Okay, don't be alarmed." As if on cue, there are several loud gunshots outside the front of the building, followed by yelling. Most of the people in the lobby duck, or rush to see what's happened, but the Balladeer doesn't move. "They've got him, he won't come in."