"If you can't work they'll make me leave," Lamb corrected him, removing the threat of the hook. She had been watching carefully as he reacted to her, curious as always to see what she would find in his expressions, his movements. He might prove interesting.
"We go this way," Lamb said, walking further through the tent until she reached the door on the other side.
She walked through the grounds until she reached the Ferris Wheel, standing unmoving against the afternoon sunlight but for the gentle swaying of the highest carriages. "Up," she said, point towards it, handing holding the hook like she was a pirate.