The Balladeer lets her prop him up, leaning on her for a few seconds until his vision clears and he can steady himself. That can't possibly be blood loss, can it? Maybe it's shock. But he's fine now, he's totally fine. Yep.

"I don't know," he admits, thoughts racing as he tries to consider their options. Between is right out; if there's any assassins not out looking for him, they'll be waiting there. The Exposition? They might be able to hide in the crowds for a while.

"There's not too many places you can go," Sara Jane agrees, rising to her feet as well. She's holding the gun loosely in her hand, but makes no moves towards them. "But look, if you wanna take him up to a room and clean up, you go right ahead. John's already not gonna be too happy about this." She frowns contemplatively. The Balladeer can understand - the man's got a temper - but he rather viciously hopes Booth is annoyed.