Well, that changed things quite a bit. The way Jessa spoke of the costume department took away a lot of the fear Babylon had been entertaining about going there. She knew she was probably being stupid, but she really didn't want to be a bother. Babs may be one person, if complex, when it came to gender, but she was two different people on and off the stage. Although she'd learned by necessity to put on a brave face and sound like she was very sure of her own self and worth, she was sometimes subject to great bouts of insecurity. Not onstage. Once the lights came on, he was a lion, she was a lioness. On the proscenium, on the catwalk. There was no fear there. Off the stage, well, that was another story entirely. Her sense of humor and a great resilience she really didn't give herself enough credit for were her saving grace, and she had enough of a backbone not to become a wallflower in her private life. But she had her off days. It was sad that poor Jessa had stumbled into one of those.
"Thank you. I know, I'm being silly, but I needed to hear that." She reached over to squeeze Jessa's hand, and leaned momentarily on her shoulder, not unlike a cat. "I'm usually much better company than this, but thanks."
Babs sat back up, wiping a bit of moisture from her eyes. When she looked at Jessa, her smile was a lot livelier. "You're a good friend. I hope we can be friends for a long time." She grinned. "We are going to kick so much ass on Halloween. Although I still have no idea what I'm going to wear, aside from the body paint." An idea occured to her. "Hey, if you're not busy later; would you come with me to the costume trailer and help me pick something out?"
It was killing two birds with one stone. Getting her Halloween outfit finalized, and not having to face the costume people alone. It wasn't fear of the unknown, like most would think. Babylon was pretty adventurous in her own way. It was fear of the known, emotional scars due to common bad luck. Babs had just happened to have had a bad experience with every costume person she had met in the past, and it colored her expectations of the now. But she hadn't been dealing with real costume people then. It wasn't like she'd performed in any actual theaters or carnivals before. Still, the minor 'trauma' remained.