Lucien's words barely broke Illyana's concentration as she fiercely recorded what was happening before her. She noted Geralt's posture, the position of his hands, whether there was a change in the atmosphere around him or not, whether he broke into a sweat, how tense his muscles were. Her third eye was not the only sharp observation tool the girl had. She was so focused one getting everything she could that she didn't even respond to what Lucien had said, for fear of missing something crucial. She did notice when the man walked over to the Magician as he finished, but left him to it. If she butt-in too much, it would become too conspicuous.

Geralt felt Lucien's approach, but did not turn to look at him as he set the last chair into place. The carnies were looking at him in awe, transferring their gaze between the Magician and the task he had completed. He graced them with a smile and waved them toward the newly arranged mess area, [color=crimson]"You chaps can finish up, I presume."[/color] He kept his tone light, though his words may be slightly condescending. The men didn't seem to notice either way, and slowly drifted over as their awe settled.

Geralt turned at the sound of Lucien's lightly accented voice, feigning some surprise and fatigue. He appeared as though he were catching his breath, and straightened his vest as he cocked a smile at the Ringleader, [color=crimson]"Oh, it was in some ways. But in others...well, I'm quite meticulous,"[/color] he answered with a light chuckle. He finished with, [color=crimson]"I'm glad to be of service."[/color] nodding as Cora's trailer rumbled towards them and came to a stop near the water's edge.

Geralt raised his eyebrows and nodded at Lucien's explanation, though inwardly he cringed at the sight of buckets. The voice in his head chuckled cruelly as it sensed his displeasure, which only made him more irritated. Manual labor was not his forte, exactly. He was glad that he had taken his chance to help with setting up the mess area, that little trick was far preferable to hauling buckets full of lake water to and from a tank which was sure to be quite large, judging by the size of the girl who called it home. Cora was quite slight when she was out of the water, but in it she appeared to be quite large. Geralt would guess her tail was at least five feet long on it's own...This was why her trailer was so large as well, it must have been. He would have to find out more about what the process of her change consisted of. Illusions were his specialty, after all, he would have noticed if she was using one to appear human.

At the mention of Ivory's handiwork, Geralt glanced at the woman as she leaned against a tree in the distance. Although the sun was mostly obscured by clouds and it was not a particularly hot day, even exposed like this, he was sure she had to keep herself at least semi-protected from its rays. He also knew she had been watching his display, and had not yet taken her eyes off of the two of them. She seemed interested, and given her talents, there was a short list of reasons why.

[color=crimson]"Aha,"[/color] he said as he looked back at Lucien, [color=crimson]"That's interesting. I didn't guess that miss Ivory was the mechanical type."[/color] As he looked the trailer over, he noticed a spout near the bottom on the side and decided that this must be what the man was referring to.