Perhaps unfortunately for Booker, the first person to cross his path would not make a very good meal on account of being just as undead as he himself was. The difference between them being that Kit was still flushed and sated from the Wild Hunt that had happened over the previous few days, so much so that he hadn't even thought of feeding since the Cirque had slipped out of the pocket of alternate reality it had been tucked into for the Hunt. As life returned to normal, or as normal as it ever did at the Cirque, Kit found himself content.
The chill of the Moscow air agreed with Kit so much that he had begun to find himself wandering the grounds in between his own performances at The Hanged Man. It was during one of these little excursions that he encountered Booker, one of the newer arrivals that he hadn't yet met in person, looking less than content outside of the Illusion tent. The sight caused him to slow his pace to a steady stroll as he approached.
"You okay there?" Kit asked, hands in pockets and a slight frown on his face as he watched the other vampire closely. As he didn't know Booker, he couldn't be sure whether or not he always looked so frustrated or whether something was bothering him. There was only one way to find out.