Dia herself had spent a heavy portion of her day in the city, exploring shops and cafes, taking everything in. It had been interesting to watch the interactions between the humans, to observe something that was clearly a caste system at work despite not being labeled as such. Dia had wandered through, apart from all these interactions, but fascinated by them.
When she had sampled no less than a dozen cups of coffee and tea, a half-dozen desserts of various flavors, and gathered several shopping bags, she had turned her steps back toward the circus. The city was a dangerous place, but Dia's nature tended to shine through; a look from the tigress was usually enough to dissuade even the most brazen of human men from bothering her. So she made it back to the Cirque unmolested, and took the time to put away her things – a few outfits and trinkets in the American style, so that she didn't always shine as an outsider. Then, in truest animal form, she set back out to prowl the grounds, following an instinct that had never failed her.
When she came upon Mona, a girl that she recognized from the tea shop, Dia frowned and sat down gently beside her. "What could have upset you so much, to make you sit alone to cry?" These didn't seem like boy-related tears; Dia could smell the tang of fear still wafting from the pretty redhead. From inside the folds of her sari, a handkerchief was produced and offered.