"Oh, trust," Kennedy said with a wave of her hand, "you could send a marching band through here and it wouldn't break me. I've been doing this forever, plus we had the whole ghost situation back in London and if I can work through that I figure I'm pretty much bulletproof against everything else. Anyway, other performs are in and out of here all day, plus guests that come in to see the shows at night, so on and so forth. You're totally cool, really."
She grinned at him in response to the small smile she got. "Not officially, but I'm still probably considered one of the new kids. At least, it hasn't been so long that I don't remember what it's like to try to figure out what the hell is up with this place when you first sign on. If it helps, the weird doesn't last long. You get desensitized pretty quick."
She reached out to give his hand a firm shake. "So normally less tall, still hot," she said, nodding. "Got it. Nice to meet you, Vaughn." Though she was curious about what sort of dude grew two feet for the hell of it, she wasn't in the habit of asking what someone was. It felt a little rude, and also sort of obligated her to answer in kind. She followed his gaze up to her rope and laughed. "No, I'm firmly terrestrial," she told him, without elaborating. "I just grew up in a circus. I've been doing ropes and straps and silks since I was a kid." She indicated him with a nod. "What about you? What's your party trick? Are you settling in okay?"