Gar watched the slender dancer in front of him carefully. He could see and sense how shaken he was. For that reason, he stayed close in case he needed to catch him before he hit the ground. "There is always time for modesty." he said quietly in response to Bab's comment about covering up. "I don't have anything to offer you at the moment that isn't much too big, or much to wet with me." he said and slowly looked around the area. He inhaled deeply, as if trying to surmise if more trouble was on hand. Sensing nothing, then tilting his head to listen intently to the noise in the tent, he relaxed a measure when all of the ruckus was as it should be, applause and playful cat calls. Satisfied he could relax for a moment longer he turned his attention back to Babs.
"Do you want to go back to your trailer. No one will fault you for going back now. I can walk you back there of course. Hopefully the other muscle can keep a lid on things until I get back." he said and continued to look closer at the other being. He had heard about Babs, met him once when he'd arrived but other than that, as with most people in the Carnivale, he hadn't spent much time with him. He reached up to push his own long and sopping hair back from his face and let out a long sigh. "Fucking humans...." he said with a sigh, then dropped down to sit on a barrel that was behind him. Right then he seemed tired beyond any measure a human could conceive of.