She returned the strap of her camera around her neck. Tucking one thumb in a pocket of her jeans, and the other beneath one of her backpack’s straps, Arla eagerly moved to follow after Rayth. She paused, remembering the ringmistress. Not wanting to come off as rude on a first meeting, she turned to say a quick farewell, but the woman had gone.
	[i]She’s more ninja than a cat.[/i] With an inward shrug at the now empty seat, she took a couple hurried steps to catch up with Rayth.
	She looked to the fence they walked near. She hadn’t realized there were train tracks so close by. But that would explain how she had found such a quiet area to sneak in at. 
	Creating a back wall to the black canopy, colored lights draped from even the fence. She scanned it, and her eyes settled on a back exit. She picked out the outline of a gate, a latch for a padlock on one side its largest giveaway.
	Figuring that was where they were headed, Arla tried to pick up the pace. She frowned and slowed again quickly when the extra speed triggered another bout of wooziness. She wobbled, but managed to maintain her balance. Though she knew it wouldn’t do any good, she swatted irritably at some of the tinted smoke as it floated in front of her face, holding her breath.
	Rayth’s question brought her attention away from the smoke.
	She looked to him, confused, her brows raised at the strange question. She eyed him for a moment, before misunderstood realization dawned on her.
	“Well. Frieda didn’t assign anything to me yet. And I didn’t come with an act up my sleeve—pun not intended. So, I suppose I’m the resident photographer for now.” She tapped the camera at her chest.
	Part of her still couldn't quite believe she was actually apart of a circus now. Or would be, officially, once she signed what she needed to.
	“Even got a shot of your ‘volunteer.’” She smirked at the memory. “The look on his face was [i]priceless![/i]”