At the very least, her little game would give him something real to do. Marco was just no good at being idle, and despite the circus slowly coming back together around them, he had too much energy. He would feel better once their routine was re-established, Letha was sure. Until then, she would just have to improvise.
Her next stop, tucked just inside the door to a closed game, was a good place to observe from. Far enough away and hidden from the shifting wind, so that she could control what he smelled of her, but close enough to catch sight of him as he made his way toward the Carousel.