"Never been shot, would like to keep it that way," he agreed, feeling fairly comfortable in the assumption that getting shot would still be uncomfortable for the oddities populating the Cirque. Well, all but the Ringmaster, probably. Her reasoning for the rest was sound. She was okay, for an unnamed thing that supposedly sent people screaming.
Presented with the option to climb the rope he'd been inspecting, Vaughn's hands found themselves withdrawn to the pockets of his sweatpants. He took a thoughtless step away from it, eying the rafters and support mechanisms shadowed by the tent far above them. His eyes rolled to the side, refocused on Kennedy with a skeptical squint. "I'll pass. Don't go spreading it around, but I'm not a big fan of heights."
"Would you show me that drop again?" He asked, backtracking further from the center of the performance ring. He smirked. "I won't rush you this time. Promise."