The Balladeer is tall and lanky, and carries himself with much more confidence than actual authority. In general he's not used to giving orders, much less having them followed. Telling people off comes natural though, and he peers down his nose at a few men in perfect disdain as he moves to the woman's side.

"You okay?" He looks curiously at her for a second. She doesn't strike him as a dream character, but he can't think that he's seen her in Manhattan. A newcomer? "Maybe we should, um - " Does she have this dirty guy's hands tied? " - go somewhere else."

The dream will likely shift someplace else in a few minutes anyway, but there's no reason to stand out in the street.