Kerr kept her hair short and wore men’s clothing. Her chest was wrapped to hide her breasts. She was in hiding. Not the first criminal Zion boarded, probably not the first escaped criminal- or not yet caught one. Kristoph believed her story, that she’d stolen because she had no choice. He took pity on her. The cops were looking for a girl, so she was hiding as a boy. It helped her feel a bit more comfortable that no one outside the carnival would find out who she was and turn her in. But she still was a little paranoid.
Kerr glanced at the woman’s hand and wiped her hand on her trousers (which really didn’t help the grime) and then shook her hand. “Kerr. Nice to meet you.” It was late and she was tired, her accent came out a bit more. “I just help make sure the kids are fed and cared for.” Or helped. She gestured to the animals. “And yea, it’s definitely nicer than the snow, but can still get pretty cold as the night goes on.”