Ana mouthed 'husband', her face scrunching up briefly. She made a mental note to grill Callum about it later.
Her grin slid back into place. "Thwarted again," she sighed, dramatically flinging her hair back, her hand on her forehead. The swooning maiden act was dropped in favor of watching Issac walk along the railing, talking about Cirque members like they were Wizard of Oz characters.
"Danger," she translated for Cat. "So I'm the Tinwoman, awesome. And I'd bet good money Elia's the Wicked Witch. So. Now that I've been conscripted into this motley crew, what, exactly, are you looking for?"