"Leave it to you to reference daytime television," she said, pointedly, "with someone like me."
His point wasn't lost, however. Things weren't right. It was almost palpable. Phaedra didn't have any magical ability, but her telepathy was something she'd had as a human. Her awareness had always been high.
Her eyes followed back to the ride operator, who was visible from where they stood. She focused on him, and only him. Nothing there was abnormal. He was counting fair goers and thinking about dinner, and when to push the button.
"We're going to have to go in there. I can't get anything more helpful than french fries out of the ride operator."