Haydn & Elia & Alexander & Open
Elia felt like cool water in the back of his brain, her presence was familiar in the midst of the craziness that had overtaken the Cirque recently. He wasn't trying to be deliberately rude by not addressing Haydn, he just...didn't know him.
"We might not have a lot of rules, but that's one of them," he agreed. "And especially don't leave what's left out in the open." He snorted. "I'm starting to think that's very true," he continued. "What with the weirdness level around here being even higher than usual lately."