Of all the places they had stayed since Cora joined the cirque, the castle definitely took the cake so far as interesting locations. It was almost unsettling, going to sleep in her trailer and waking up in a lavish suite that, while furnished with most of her belongings, was clearly a very different kind of place. She'd thought she was growing accustomed to the magic that accompanied the location changes, but clearly she had underestimated the Management. It took Cora a good chunk of time to work up the nerve to even leave her suite, and she promptly got well and thoroughly lost in the twisting, turning corridors of their new abode. Finding the Seance was strangely easy --a room that had spent its previous life as a parlor of some kind, with an eclectic mix of her attraction's usual decor and the castle's antique furniture-- but finding anything else was rather more difficult.
By the time she found a door to the outside she was less than pleased, grumbling under her breath about needing to lay a trail of bread crumbs or find someone to draw a map. The faint strains of music led her to the menagerie just in time to hear the man addressing the creatures as though they could talk back; and honestly, who was Cora to judge? She talked to the spirits, maybe this guy really could talk to the creatures of the menagerie. Grinning a little, she stopped a safe distance down the path and raised her voice to be heard over the music. "You plan on giving them dinner and a show every day?"