"Oh, it's the TRYING that's important. I tried, but it didn't really go the way I'd hoped - don't you dare," Sara Jane snaps, pointing a finger at the Balladeer, who looked like he was about to launch into a very funny story. "Anyway, it's not murder if you kill a president, it's assassination. John puts it SO much more beautifully, but it's true."

She nods firmly, then draws a small compact mirror from her bag and begins to casually adjust her hair. "So you're from another world? What's that like?" Unnoticed, the Balladeer catches Greta's eye and shakes his head. He's not really sure what they would even be able to do with that information, but he operates on a general policy of not giving them anything.