[The incredulity has her eyebrows arching high near her hairline. She mistakes it as something negative.

At least for a second.

Then, she recognizes it for what it is: Delight. The sort of doubt that was borne from amazement rather than true disbelief.

She laughs, then, her head tilted back in her merriment in the moment.]

Yes, as in tents and elephants and gravity-defying feats. [There's a thread of amusement still woven in her voice as she explains: ] It's common for the Suli. It's one of the main ways we make our living.

[But the other end. The necessity. It sobers that previous amusement.]

It isn't safe in The Barrel. Gangs. Lechers. [Her lip curls slightly in digust at the thought.] I had to protect myself.