Behind the others Ambrose, with Yorick, The Scepter tucked under his armpit, perched strangely against a wooden pillar which was helping to hold up the tent. He wasn't graceful enough to double as an acrobat. But with the odd positions he often ended up in, the clown could have been a contortionist. And so he leaned there, listening, straightening his facial hair and occassionally licking the dirt out from beneath his fingernails. 

The demented one listened to Hagger's speeches and observed the reactions of his companions. The other's seemed to have things and ideas to deal with. While still others had to get ready. And Nychta had to keep herself hidden. Like Mortimer. Everyone seemed rather at ease now that the boss was gone. 

"Oh, stuff it!" He exclaimed to Yorick and then went back to cleaning his nails. At least he'd started to. His tounge lingered there as he notice the mime signing to Mina. 

"Oh, Oddy!" He called out to her. "Recall that our Top Man only declared that making them scream, making them run away and presumably making them want to leave at all were off limits. He never outright forbade us from scaring them. We just have to keep ourselves from causing so much fear that they panic. Besides, you know as well as I do that any of our patrons would gladly sit through something horrifying, so long as we presented it as a spectacle and charged them money for it."