"No. Well..." The Balladeer grimaces a little, shrugging. "I'm sure he'd like it if I did. But I never have before, and I'm not starting now. He didn't even kill anybody."

His tone makes it obvious that he doesn't feel he owes anything at all to non-successful murderers.

Still, Greta's concern is a little contagious, and he glances over his shoulder as well, just to make sure the door is clear. It is; well, as clear as anything's going to be while everyone outside panics about the President being shot. Hinckley is not incoming. Even if he did, well, the Balladeer imagines that between the two of them, they could handle Hinckley. "We should be okay here for a little while."

How long? Well, that depends on if he's actually being actively hunted now or not.