Kennet Zoba was quite possibly the most cartoonishly boss-like bossman to ever boss, almost comically so. Delia smirked when he used her true name, but the expression was flat and perfunctory, her borrowed umber eyes void of warmth. She appreciated those clever or gifted enough to call her out, but had changed her name for a reason. Unlike so many of her decisions, that was not one flippantly made.
"If I did I'd still be in the tent. I don't shirk my job."
She joined him anyway, despite his lack of invitation. "You're bored by most of us," she said. It wasn't a question. "Yet you stay. Why? Are you under contract as well?" Having been with the cirque for several months now, the question had crossed her mind more than once. She watched him peripherally, studying the Ringmaster's aquiline profile. What went on in that head? She supposed she could just double him and find out. What curious insights ... tempting.