"True enough," Kennet answered. It was less the denying of care and more the moral choices of a creature such as herself that he had been concerned over. Not everyone came from as grey of a stance as the Ringmaster did, and his main objective was to keep all of his employees safe on their grounds. There were a very few he held a fondness for, his stoic exterior not entirely icy, but it was in his own contract to keep grey in matters and make sure that the Cirque continued.
"I am not asking you to try to convince them otherwise if they remember the incident, merely to not give them more information than they need if their memory is foggy. We have employees who are quite capable of affecting the mind, and I do understand that is not your area of expertise."
Kennet looked away out toward the other trailers. "If you will, Dr. Vasiliyeva, when you are settled in, join me for a drink. I will have your clinic by the end of the night, but I have to attend to other things now. Have a good evening." Business concluded, Kennet stepped away disappearing into nothingness in front of her trailer. No smell or sound accompanied his travel, only his presence there and then gone with a slight dryness to the air left behind.