She returned his attention with a long look of her own, weighing her response. He seemed like he might be struggling with the Cirque's peculiarities a little, and she felt like perhaps he needed a truer answer, if only to know he wasn't alone in it. "There are people here who are the things that go bump in the night, who've spent centuries hunting humans or doing other weird shit, and if it feels like people are being callous about deaths and things like that, well probably some of that is for that reason. They're predators. If something gets eaten by something stronger, that's just the way nature works to them. As for the rest of us... if you see people stressed and grieving one day and partying the next, it's not because they don't care but because the reality of living on this side of the line sinks in after a minute. You take the good when you can, as much as you can, because you never know when something bigger might come and eat you, I guess?"
She grimaced. "Sorry if that doesn't make sense. It's not really a feeling I've tried to put into words a lot. As for why I changed circuses..." She grimaced. "It's safer here," she admitted. "For me, for others around me. I can be myself here. Even with all the ghosts and the murders and the scary midway gunmen, I'm surrounded by people who are still more dangerous... but we take care of each other. I am kind of vulnerable a couple times a year for biological reasons, and it feels safer to be here for that than in a human circus where people would freak the fuck out on me if they walked into my trailer and saw me out of my human costume, so to speak."