Zavakri manages to somehow create a bubble of personal space around her by exerting sheer willpower and mildly hyperventilating in an overdramatic manner. This effect is merely temporary, and that certainty only serves to escalate her drama as she struggles to stay by Miizel as the crowd ushers them into the Big Top- but his cunning scheme pays off in a sense. She watches, enthused, but as people begin to slip and slide about before her her pathing seems to be disrupted severely by the added chaos. She jerks away, avoiding contact with a poor victim of circumstance... She is briefly separated. Nothing of note occurs during this. Nothing of note at all.

When the brief moment of Zavakri's apparent drowning in the crowd concludes, she rockets out with her cheeks puffed out and her breath held until she explodes into the miniscule space provided by the open seats. Proverbially skidding to a halt on the balls of her feet, she dusts herself off and finally draws breath.

"I was never good in crowds!- Oh, hoi there chums." She seems immediately calmed by all the familiar faces, and offers a polite and civil wave to the others. "Positively dreadful carnival, eh?" She laughs despite her severe declaration of the events. "Wonderful people, though, running the things. I think. I've had to reassess my definition of people twice over so far, but I think I'm a better person for it."

And with that she falls heavily into a seat and seems to...

Relax.