Kennet always knew something no one else knew. It was his job to be aware of many things that others did not need to concern themselves with. Knowledge of the very nature of the Cirque lay open for him to know and keep that knowledge for himself. The Cirque eased back to its normal state over the last few months, the attacks seemingly gone, but the danger was not eradicated. His chains stronger than before told him that the Cirque needed to stay on top of it and the secrets he had seen within the attackers he had kept to himself.
"The certainty of safety is not held within silence," was all he was willing to say on the subject.
"All of our stops are special." Kennet moved forward, his steps long and graceful, taking nothing more than a few to get him to in front of her. His head tilted, blue gaze inspecting her for a moment, though in a different way than he inspected the other employees.