Fia nodded her head to his question. "Basically. The hard part is with using the Earth is the ground changes with every gust of wind." She lifted her head to see where he was pointing. Leave it to a vampire to find what she was looking for. Having him tail along wasn't such a bad thing. Her hands went to the blood and gently she scooped it in her palms. Turning the dirt and blood into one of her palms she reached into her robes and pulled out a small bag. She poured the contents of her hand into the bag being careful not to using her powers just yet. She didn't need to be caught up in an in depth reading out in the open. Fia stood looking at Nixon. "You proved to be useful to me." Fia was fair, even though she was a demon. Going back on her word was not something that she was fond of. "I have received payment for one question. Choose carefully. I will only answer one question."

Her head turned as she heard people yelling. Even though her face was covered the aura around her could be felt intensifying. She focused in on the two new strangers then a third. More guests. She turned back to Nixon her calm voice subsiding a little and loosing a small bit of its feminism. "There is to much happening." The future around the circus was changing to rapidly for her to decipher everything.

The caw of her crows could be heard as a few of them landed around Vladimir's cart. They were equally curious of the new quests that had arrived. They relayed information about the people that had made their way in through out the whole camp to each other. Fia listened to their excited calls. Without warning she stood up and started to walk to Hammond's tent to see what was happening herself. She was focused, more focused then she normally would and her aura was colder than usual. Something that uncommon for Fia since she was one to keep herself in check and aloft in most situations. Fia walked into Hammond's tent unannounced and looked at the scene that was happening. No wonder everything seemed to be going crazy, everything was crazy. Fia stepped out of the door way making room for another to enter. Even through her veil it was noticeable that her attention was fixated on Blake. 

She mumbled something in a demonic tongue that spoke her discontent, another thing that was strange for Fia to do. The feminism of her voice had dissolved in one that was torn between male and female.