The Balladeer is already holding a hand over the wound, blood seeping between his fingers as he stares wide-eyed at Sara Jane. "You shot me." He sounds shocked, and Greta will feel that he's starting to shake.

"I didn't MEAN to!" Sara Jane squawks in return. She got the gun out now, but is holding it in her lap, not pointed at them yet. "I mean not NOW - shit, is he okay?"

She shifts, leaning forward to try to look at the injury, and the Balladeer tries to scoot backwards away from her attentions. "No! You just SHOT me!"