Scout nods. "Well, hopefully you'll settle in well. I think this is hardest on people with very routine lives, but anyway, even if the world outside carnival grounds changes a lot, the Carnival itself is recognizable."

It really is small. She clasps his hand, shaking when he makes that tiny motion; Scout's not always sure if people want to shake or clasp or do something else, since it so often varies. Her hands are callused. "Thanks, Will. So, you're probably starting out with cleaning up and stuff, right?"