Even after a month at Le Cirque Nocturne, it was still almost too much for Kit to believe. He had wandered the historical capitals of Europe and explored the sights and sounds of the new world over the previous century, yet he had never come across anything remotely like the circus. A sociable and attention hungry creature, despite the limitations that vampirism had placed upon him, Kit had settled into his role as escape artist as though he had been born for it, delighting in the awe and applause he received nightly for stunts that he could have only dreamed of attempting during his human life. When he wasn't performing, the vampire had focused on making the acquaintance of his fellow employees whenever he could, though it had been impossible to encounter all of them, what with each new stop luring more supernaturals into the fold.
Visitors, although not unusual for Kit, didn't usually call during the daylight hours. He had only just woken up, a quick glance at the bedside clock declaring it to be a little past 3 P.M., when he heard a knock at the door. With a small frown of confusion, he slipped on some sweatpants and the first shirt he could find before making his way downstairs and opening the door. Peering around it in order to shield his body from the light (he was still getting used to having a talisman that allowed him temporary exposure to daylight), he flashed a smile at the woman standing out in the snow. "Can I help you?" he asked, taking in the sight of her. It was possible that he had seen her around, though he couldn't put a name to the face quite yet.