“Really?” Arla exaggerated a surprised gasp at the news Rayth slept during the day. Though, she had to appreciate the confirmation. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was out of her element with him.
	She paused and glanced to him as he continued, her brows raising before he elaborated.
	“I guess that’s one way to save on space.” She pulled out the rest of the essentials for a shower, and wrapped them all into a bundle using the shirt she’d unburied from her backpack. 
	She shrugged at the apparent downside of her choice. “Unless that means I’ll have a long line to wait in, I don’t have any problem with walking to the showers.” 
	Despite Rayth’s statement that “no stealing” was among their guidelines, she shoved her camera case too the back of the bed near its corner, then blocked it with her backpack. It wouldn’t stop the curious from finding it, but it was better than nothing. Better safe than sorry.
	Collecting the bundle of clothes, she carefully climbed back down and paused in front of Rayth. She nodded both her acceptance and thanks at him for the offer to walk her to the showers. It sounded simple enough, but she didn’t need to try her luck and wind up somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be.
	Not yet, anyway. Going at least twenty-four hours before making trouble struck her as a smart idea. She’d already snuck into the circus without paying, after all. New member or not, she doubted that little detail would go over well if Frieda found out.
	Bundle tucked under one arm, she stepped out of the compartment, moving out of the way for Rayth.
	She glanced down the narrow, night-drenched corridor. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she doubted they’d have much longer before the other troupe members started trickling in. If they hadn't already in the other cars. Bur for now, the place was still fairly quiet. Deserted.
	She took a slow, deep breath, glancing to Rayth as discretely as she could. She’d survived the night so far, which was a testament to Frieda’s reassurances. And Rayth really did seem like an enjoyable guy to be around. Exhaling, she let the thought take some of the tension she’d bottled up. If he hadn’t attacked her yet, she was likely in the clear. For tonight, at any rate.
	“Lead on, Snow White!”