Katya had begun to feel exposed, standing there in the middle of the path, debating on which way to turn. It had seemed simpler to just pick a direction and hope that it was the best one. That's what she had decided on, and was just turning when Duncan's hand fell on her shoulder, something that both startled her and brought her blue eyes flashing upward.
This was another of those faces, sort familiar-and-not, and Katya frowned up at him for a second. Was he someone she knew? It didn't seem that way; her sense of recognition was fleeting. There was no feeling of the other her pushing against her, fighting to get back to someone that she really recognized. "Alright," she repeated, as if turning the idea over – but she answered with a slight shake of her head.
"No, I'm-I'm not sure... Where are we?" Not London, certainly. Not with the heavy air and the wild foliage encroaching on the edges of the circus grounds.