Juliette looked back over her shoulder at the sound of a man's voice. They were alone so she felt comfortable enough to let herself flirt, "I know I am but look at this view." She grinned cheekily, gesturing him closer and returning to looking out across the courtyard. She wasn't entirely certain how they fit the Ferris wheel out there. Probably something to do with their magics.
"Mm, non, but it smells ancient and dead. That tells me European - it always smells old and dead there." The statement was matter-of-fact, lacking in the hint of poetry that maybe the words should have contained. "Hopefully, it is safe. I would be très déçu if more Templars arrived." Since she was still fairly new to the cirque and there were many she had yet to meet, she offered him her hand in the old style like a princess expecting a bow and a kiss, "Juliette D'amboise. I dance in the burlesque."