Given the strange and frightening events of the night, Halle wasn't exactly enthused to be walking around alone in the dark. Plenty of the Cirque's employees were more than capable of defending themselves, but she wasn't really one of those. Halle's most aggressive talent was manifesting a little poltergeist activity – not the sort of thing that was going to protect her if anything serious happened.
Then again, she wasn't as worried about whatever was happening in the Cirque at large as she was about what was happening to Ghede. She had seen him changing over the course of the days leading up to Samhain, seen the way that the spirits had affected him. It was easier for her to push them away, to ignore them; Halle didn't have to open up her own abilities for them. Ghede didn't seem to have much of a choice in the matter, and he was suffering as a result.
Pulling her sweater closer around herself, Halle ducked her head and paused outside the Puppet Show. Orion would be there; he had said so. And that made her feel better about confronting the spirits that were bothering her friend and mentor.