Perhaps if Babs had not been such an emotional wreck these last three days or so, he wouldn't have been this shaken. After all, it was naive to think that once he was with the carnivale this kind of thing would stop happening, but still, he had started a new life, and so far everything had been very peaceful. Couldn't blame a girl for letting her guard down and daring to feel safe for a change. Her shoulders were shaking slightly.
"Don't... don't you have to stay here?" s/he asked even though he'd just explained they were others who could keep things in line, glancing towards the tent flaps that led into the main floor. Everything in her body language was saying please, don't go. S/he shook herself the moment the words left her mouth. "No, it's okay. I... I'd rather not be alone." It was doubtful her roomie might be home this time of night, and from what she knew about Marc, he wasn't exactly the head-busting hero type.
S/he watched Gar sit back and tilted her head when he heard the muttered curse. S/he felt a surge of empathy at the sigh and the look of exhaustion. Gar was certainly unique, but Babylon hadn't been sure whether he was human or not. His unique coloring might be paint, for all s/he knew. Although there was a certain otherworldly sense to him, the same could be said about many of the carnival's denizens. Babs reached out and grabbed Gar's hand, wanting to comfort, to show gratitude. It was immense compared to his own. "I mean it. Thank you again. You're my guardian angel."
S/he had no idea. Babs also had no idea that her succubus nature had sparked to life upon contact. If Gar were a normal human, he might be feeling that spark of interest there, of the succubus/incubus duality in Babylon wanting to feed. But Gar wasn't human, at all, so maybe he wouldn't feel a thing. Babylon, being largely ignorant of her own nature, wouldn't know one way or another.