She wasn't certain she was being followed, whenever she looked she saw no one who she could immediately say shouldn't have been there, but even still she took a twisting, wild path (so much for her shortcut) back to the circo.
The feeling of being watched only got worse along the way, but as the familiar gates rose up in front of her, she was comforted. The circo, for whatever else it was, was familiar ground. Once inside she'd hold the cards over any outsider.