"You. I remember you."

Which is something. Most customers don't leave enough of an impression. Though it's surprising to her that he'd found himself in the carnival, seeing as she's not sure what exactly he has to offer aside from positivity. The Ringmaster isn't picky enough for her tastes.

She leans down a little, squinting at him. The top half of her face is obscured by a mask, but it's always obvious who she is.

"At least you can perform. Sort of."