“I’d like to glare us back home, but who would run the mysterious, freaky carnival?” She raised her eyebrows, meaning to joke. Although her tone was still a little tense and angry, making jokes was a small step up from shooting hopeless glares at a trailer. It kind of reminded her of when her mother would tell her that she couldn’t be angry forever. Henley couldn’t imagine being angry 24/7, but she couldn’t really imagine finding much happiness in this new setting, either.
“People leave?” Henley looked to be a combination of curious and disbelieving. “Can’t be much out there for people, let alone people from different eras.” It was true that she was unhappy with her current predicament, but she didn’t think she’d be one of the ones to leave. The whole notion of being there was a little scary, but being in a strange era with no safety net at all was even scarier.
“Call me curious, but where are you from?” She asked him, trying to make a conversation that didn’t involve carnivals or magic. Even if it was a basic question, it was harmless. It wasn’t something that would fuel her anger or make her uncomfortable. At least she didn’t think it would.