When Mona had felt someone sat down beside her she'd lifted her head quickly, startled even though she knew it couldn't be the same men she'd just escaped. The woman was a stranger to her, like so many at the cirque still were.
She wiped at her eyes and then again at the small gash on her neck although the blood from it was nothing more than a trickle trying to escape down inside her shirt.
"I got mugged," she told the woman, sniffing and trying to pull herself together. When she looked down at her hands sitting in her lap, they were trembling.