Well that wasn't right...there was a smile on Babylon's face, but Jessa still got a sense of sadness. Her inquisitive mind immediately wondered what was the matter. "You're wonderful company just because you're you," she said with a smile. Though it would have been even nicer if there wasn't that undertone of sadness behind that smile. Jessa really wanted to know what was wrong, but she also took into consideration that whatever it was was likely none of her business. "They're really nice, trust me. The head costume designer's a fae, and she's really sweet. A smidge odd at times, but still sweet." It was never a hardship to go over there and see about costumes. The whole atmosphere was great. "We don't pay them, no. The carnival pays them to make costumes for us."
Seriously, had she been even remotely capable of sewing and making clothes, she would have heavily considered working with the costume people. The sudden mention of shoes caught her a bit off-guard. And the lip quiver? Now she really thought something was wrong. A bit of a frown pulled at her lips. "Oh, sweetie...I don't know why you'd feel like a clown. Your outfits are very unique! You wouldn't get fired." Oh insecurity, it could be downright evil. "And please don't say that you don't look good too. Because you do."
She figured that everybody had their moments, and Babs was just having a moment that morning. It happened. And, at least in her own experience, having someone there to reassure you tended to help. "You don't have to be sorry. It happens."