Being a performer herself, Myra was thrilled to go to le petite cirque. Jonah had been a harder sell. Well, most of the Brotherhood had been harder sells - until the mutant activity amongst the performers surfaced. Then hell, everyone had been gung-ho. Once they'd arrived, the manipulator nearly bounded with childish glee toward the tents and smells. Their leader was not amongst their ranks, but nearly everyone else was. She guessed that she wasn't the only one who was nursing an innocent bout of nostalgia.
"C'mon," she urged, the fringe on her knee-length skirt bouncing and twisting as she moved. She shouted to Pyro in the back, "You're moving like a piece of cattle, John." Her eyes shifted to Wanda, who was also present, and she beamed. "Were there many circuses in Romania?" She imagined gypsy life wasn't too far off from that of a carnie, but she didn't want to be rude. When she turned her head to check on stragglers, she overpassed her cousin and looked to Freddy. His straight-lined mouth said 'I don't care if I'm here or not' but there was an unmistakable sparkle in his eyes that touched her heart. She beamed and gestured for Wanda to look as well. As creepy as Blob was sometimes, everyone deserved a bit of happiness.