The Ringmaster is sitting at her desk, underwater, as if buoyancy is not a problem for her. She is scribbling on some papers, and upon closer inspection it would appear that she is doing art. It's hard to tell how good it is from a distance, though.

She looks up when Greg arrives as if mildly surprised.

"Hello, Greg Universe," she says, leisurely. "I suppose it was foolish to think your offer might be an empty one."