Kennedy followed cautiously as Ghede approached a few steps closer. "I don't know enough about the history of the area or Native American tribes in general to be able to answer that," she told him, with a faint grimace and a shrug. She had no idea what tribe the dancing apparition was from. "I grew up in a circus. The schooling was... less than thorough." She watched the dancer, looking for any changes or signs that she knew she had visitors, but didn't see anything. What she did see was movement in the grass, catching her predator's vision as camouflaged snakes slid closer to them.
"So, snakes in the grass," she remarked conversationally to Ghede. "Watch your step." She wasn't especially scared of them; she was, more or less, functionally one of them. If they tried to bite, she'd bite back harder. "They look like they're headed this way from her position." She wasn't a herpetologist, but she could recognize a few more common species. "They're not all venomous so just... don't make any sudden moves."