Something was clearly not right, he could feel it, taste it in the air. It was almost as though the young girl had been somehow brain washed, kidnapped or somehow brought here under false pretenses and some sort of rouse. Maybe even drugged to stay in submission. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. And that in itself told him that it could be something else entirely. Especially given that they were surrounded by all sorts of supernatural creatures.
She mentioned her home, her parents. He wondered for a moment how old she was. Then came London, time seemed to have wavered or lost itself to her. He sat there for a moment, mulling it all over in his head, trying to figure it out but unsure of just where to start other than the obvious. "So ye dinna remember signing up to join the cirque then?" Was that possible? Would the so called Ringmaster allow such a thing to occur?
"What is your last name, lass? I can see if I canna find out some more information for you. Someone should know something, aye? We all had to sign a contract after all." His hand moved to collect her small one. He carefully ran his thumb over the back side of her dainty hand. "We will figure it out, aye?" He smiled and reached his free hand over to tuck a stray hair carefully behind her ear. "I promise."