Rivers was almost to the gate when he heard a voice call to him from behind.   He hesitated with his fingers brushing the iron handle.  Three seconds and he could be out and down the street, pretending he didn't hear her.  There were two outcomes of that.  She'd either chase after him which would draw attention from everyone, or she'd leave him to his own devices and he could go back to the circus.<br/><br/>Another possibility would be that he would turn and answer her.  Tell her he had the wrong place and he could be on his merry way, or...<br/><br/>He could tell her the truth and lose himself in an exploding house.  Rivers threw a glance over his shoulder,  blue eyes locking with storm grey.<br/><br/>"No, not looking for anyone.  I'm afraid I'm a little lost," he says, which is only a half-lie.   Technically, he's not looking for anyone anymore. He can't even pretend he's not from around here as he grew up in New Orleans, and the cajun accent kind of stuck with him even after years of traveling with the circus.  "It sounds like you have enough on your plate though," he smiles, gesturing to the open window which did have smoke billowing out of it moments ago.  "Have a good day!"<br/><br/>With that, he spins back on his heel and goes through the gate.  He's not rushing, but he's not trying to give her time to stop him either.