Just walking around. New, certainly. Zanna could remember feeling a little dazed by the Cirque when she joined, even though she had been there before, even given all her many years of life. It was so new, so different. A patchwork of magic and other creatures, and always changing.
"No? Well, don't worry. I'm sure it will turn you around on the next move," the Fae smiled. "It does me, sometimes. If my place wasn't on the Midway, I'd probably never find it." Pausing, she glanced back at her shop, noting the way that the shadows changed around them. Night was coming; she would have to be open soon. "Do you want to come in? I was going to make tea. You can tell me about yourself, Sasha?"