She looked back as the door opened - the Ringmaster was certainly imposing but the Queen wouldn't let Marisol step back like she wanted to. Instead, she simply went up the steps and inside, only glancing back to make sure the door was shut behind them. The Queen didn't exactly want anyone else to know what they were though it would be difficult to hide it after a time. The buzzing was always present.
"Hard to ignore another hive," said the Queen through Mari's mouth, the words somewhat sing-song and drawn out on seemingly random letters which made it sound more like a drone. And say what he might like, the Cirque was a hive. There was a reigning bee and a lot of pretty little drones always buzzing about. Honey. Money. They were the same.
"The child wishes to rest but it is so difficult for us to find a safe place to lay our heads," the Queen lamented with a pout, "Will your hive keep us safe?" She didn't even look at the glass but breathed in deeply to taste it on the air. The bees hummed a bit louder, emanating from somewhere around Mari's chest.