Time moved on. The attacks and strange happenings disappeared into the past without further incident. While everyone knew better than to believe everything over, Kennet's personality seemingly cooled along with the energy of the Cirque. The more time that separated them from the attacks, the less bubbling heat of the true personality of the Djinn appeared.
Kennet allowed Aria her weekly interruptions. Elia did such things on a daily basis before the entire mess, so what was one more person interrupting his time and work? When he was not out wandering and checking the Cirque's moving parts, everyone knew they could find him in his trailer and a few brave souls dared to bother him there with their useless babble. Aria, at least, had the insight to not try to use him as some sort of confidante in need of a sympathetic exchange.
Answering the door, he sighed in annoyance and walked away from the opening to allow her to enter as she pleased. "I am not guessing, nor do I have time to play such games, Aria. Feel free to drink from the bar, give me what you brought me or not, but I will be doing paperwork." With that, he sat at the booth table, pen in hand, and started to look over sheets of paper. Each page was scripted in a different language and the one he currently read unidentifiable to anyone less than 5000 years old.