Kennedy was focused when she did her thing - a mistake meant a probably not deadly but certainly painful fall several stories down to un-padded ground, and while she was fairly certain a fall like that wouldn't kill her, she wasn't keen on having to deal with broken bones, even if the Cirque had ways of healing things like that in minutes rather than weeks. She wasn't, however, so focused that she forgot the audience watching; like any good performer, she usually kept one eye on the crowd to tailor her performance to how they were responding. It was a habit that persisted even in practice, and she caught sight of the visitor about the time she was hanging upside down from one ankle. But the drop was meticulously timed to the music, so she didn't stop, and she also didn't realize how tall he was until after she'd done the trick and saw him dashing towards her.
He'd rushed in to try to catch her.
"No, wait, you don't have to go!" she called out, lowering herself quickly to the ground and jogging after him. "That was really sweet of you. You're welcome to stay and chill if you-- whoa." That last bit as she'd gotten close enough to realize his height wasn't just a trick of perspective. No, he really was taller than basically anyone in the NBA and anyone that she'd ever met. "Holy hell you are one beautiful redwood of a man," she said appreciatively, even if standing next to him made her, at just about five and a half feet, feel about as tall as a toddler next to a real adult. She shook herself after a second, looking... well, sorry, but not that sorry, and just a little sheepish. "My bad," she said. "It's rude to ogle. You're literally the tallest person I know, though. I'm Kennedy."