He filed the information in his mental database of People Who Work Here. The information could always come in handy someday. Plus she was clearly experienced with this Carnival.

"Me? I patrol."

He says it with a slight distaste, as if having to earn one's keep was beneath him somehow. Like having a job was just, ugh, tedious. But it was better than something as awful as performing or making clothes or something. And it held the promise of excitement and danger. He figured it was somewhat within his purview, being a consulting detective and all, but it made him feel more like a beat cop or a security guard.

"Where I'm from, however, I'm a consulting detective."