Clarke had her reservations about the performers, but she found that some of them were far more tolerable in personality than others. While Lola preferred the cold, detached approach, Clarke always found it better to make friendly faces. After all, it was harder to stab a friend in the back than an enemy. Possibly there was also an element of sympathy in there, for she knew that a lot of the performers suffered from inexplicable ailments– sometimes a result of their powers, and sometimes not. Regardless, she beamed at Levi as she approached him, nodding at his first question.
"What's up, buttercup? I'm always up for a challenge. Does it have anything to do with the VIPs?"
"You win first prize, babe. Lola's asked me to welcome them, and the Ringmaster would like me to bring a performer along for some extra entertainment."
She saw Levi reach his hand up as if to put it around her, curiously pausing and looking as though he was listening to something, before retrieving his arm. It didn't show on Clarke's face, but she was thankful. "I'm thinking since you're not opening up the show tonight, the two of us can show them a good time? Maybe make some of their troubles disappear?" She winked, grinning at her own pun.
"Who are we entertaining today, gumdrop?"
"Some investors from Italy. Apparently not huge on conversation, at least not in anything non-Italian. Hopefully they're not too dreary– or drunk." Clarke visibly shuddered, thinking back to some previous times she'd entertained VIPs. After a few drinks, perhaps a few white-powdered trips to the bathroom to top it off, they could be awfully... grabby. And losing her temper was the last thing she needed with the hawk-eyed Ringmaster breathing down her neck.
"So what do you think, will you back me up?"