"I'm sure there are," Babs replied, feigning an assurance she didn't feel. She would venture out eventually. There had always been a straggler or two that stayed late and were willing enough. She didn't know if she was ready to just give it up to anyone around the carnival just yet. So, she'd thrown herself at Gar. In her mindset, the big guy defended them, and was fairly nice to them. He was almost owed the pleasure. It was the way of the world she had known before coming here. Babs had managed to avoid pimps more often than not, but there was always someone in the group that was the protector, and that's how they were paid when they had no coin of food to give. She didn't see anything wrong with it. She looked down at her clothes and chuckled softly. "Something less ripped might be nice. I'll see you later then."
She'd go on the prowl after, she decided. But not until Gar came to check on her, as he said, and Babylon made sure those rednecks had been banned from the premises. They were mean enough that she was pretty sure they'd try to sneak right back in to make trouble, but she knew there was no way they'd get very far with the kind of security the carnival had. Still, best to err on the side of caution, and give it time. By the time she did go out, if they'd attempted anything the would have been stopped and run out, or freaking eaten by something in the carnival. And good riddance. She smiled at Gar one last time and waved as she went inside and locked the door.