She actually laughed at the face he made, pulling her slender frame as far back as she could to allow him room to pass to get to the kitchen. Of course she also felt it, the pull of the lunar cycle... working in such close proximity with other shifters was sure to be an interesting experience. She couldn't imagine what it was going to be like to be surrounded by an entire group of individuals simultaneously on the prowl for ways to satisfy the baser wants and needs of the animals within them.
Speaking of which, was his body always this close when they passed in the trailer?
Clearing the thought from her head, she returned his wave and watched as he made his exit, immediately shedding her clothing so that she could get ready for the day. She couldn't deny that she was excited. Not just for the exploration of this new city, but also to get to spend some real time with Nik for a change. When she emerged some time later from their trailer, she was wearing a simple pair of gray, wide-legged linen pants and a pale tee, her damp blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail and tucked through the back of a hat. Her backpack, the one possession she had kept from what she could call her childhood, was slung over one shoulder and housed everything she would need for the day.
She walked brisquely but nodded to the other members who happened to be up and about as she passed, even lifting her hand in a silent salute to those she knew better. When she finally passed the gates and laid eyes on the vehicle, she was amused but not surprised to find Nik engaged with their driver in what looked like a low-key game of charades. She had long ago come to accept it as fact that when he wanted to be, Nik was charismatic enough to befriend a wall.
She moved forward to make her presence known, waiting for a lull in their lively discussion before offering the driver a shy grin and a clumsy "Choum reap sor" in greeting. She wasn't an omniglot like Nik was, but liked to at least familiarize herself with basic greetings and 'thank yous' in the languages of the places the cirque stopped; most of the time she could get a friendly patron at the Lady's Table to teach her, usually with a fair-share of flamboyant hand-movements that were not unlike the ones punctuating Nik's conversation now.
She wagged her brows at Nik and gestured to the car. "That is... some kind of color. Can't miss it. Guess we're getting there in style." Yellow was her favorite color, though this particular shade was... interesting at best. She swung her backpack down and opened the side door to toss it inside, unable to keep another smile from gracing her features. "I'm excited," she admitted. "Not so much for cricket-breakfast, but just to get out for a while." The lioness in her was eager to stretch her legs and do some exploring. "Is cambodian coffee any good?"