The Balladeer pats Wheatley on the shoulder, giving him a lopsided grin. "Hey, no problem. I know what it's like, spending all your time stuck in one place with a ton of jerks!"

He seems to be balancing alright now. The Balladeer'd bet anything that it's just because he's gone off on a tangent and forgotten to worry about it. Panicking never does any good. The sneezing seems to have subsided too - maybe it was psychosomatic or something? "How long have you been here? In the city, I mean, not here?"