"I didn't have a whole lot when I joined up, to tell you the truth," she replied. "I took some clothes, a watch I used in my first act, and some cash I'd saved up. I left just about everything else behind, although there wasn't much to leave. I hadn't been doing very well for myself before I found the Cirque." She nodded. "Yeah, his voice kind of creeps me out, but there's some that isn't too bad? Baby steps." Then she shrugged. "Sometimes. I also sometimes think about cutting it all off, but I'd miss it too much. And that clearly means we should hang out more."
"It's like nowhere else," she told him, smiling slightly. "When they turn the lights on at night, the whole place just glows. And when you're driving through the desert, on your way back from somewhere, it's like a beacon. 'You're almost home, see? Just a little further'." She sighed. "I really did want that feathered headdress, though." Then she snorted. "Now I'm picturing you in a leather jacket with a guitar, singing The Sex Pistols and railing against The Man."
"Well, and rightfully so," she told him, patting his arm with a wink. "No, you can't, but I have a feeling you'll come up with something to use in no time."