"Here?" The Balladeer looks a little confused by the question. Obviously he did not mean to give her that impression. "I don't come here very often, normally there's not much for me to do. But I've been a few times. I was out there the first time, just to see what would happen."

He gestures towards the doors, where sirens can now be heard wailing in the streets. The first time it happened, he'd been just as concerned as all those people; it's really just that now he knows everything's going to turn out fine. (Mostly fine. Poor Brady.) He's not yet so callous that he doesn't care when someone gets shot. It's just that after a while, well, you just learn to take things as they are. Besides, he doesn't like to give the assassins any reaction - it's what they're looking for.

"I pass through every now and then," he continues. "But this is still pretty recent. People know about this."