The Balladeer chuckles wryly. "Trust me, I know better than that." It's not malevolent, if one could use that word for whatever crawls around in Johnny's skull, but it's big enough that he's sure he doesn't want to deal with it. No sense in being reckless.

"Besides, it's much better getting to know people by actually talking to them. I didn't have too many chances to do that before the Rift took me."