<b>"Alright, just Cid it is then mi-..., Cid."</b>Catherine bit her lower lip. Dropping her courteous habits here was going to be hard. She took the stack of reference papers from him. So he really had thirty pages of references.<b>"I hope you don't mind that we go to my office then. A bit more peace and quiet compared to out here. Not that the circus's liveliness is a bad thing."</b>Well. Catherine hadn't thought it to be a bad thing up until she saw the poor man jump at every little thing. And this person was a mechanic?<br/><br/>When Cid decided to address Majesty directly Catherine made a weird snorting sound as she suppressed the burst of laughter bubbling up. Hiding her smile behind her hand, she looked at Cid.<b>"I'm sorry to tell you, but Majesty's a she." </b>Catherine found herself laughing softly as she escalated the stairs to her wagon.<b> "And yes, I'm British. I only arrived in America very recently."</b>Those words had a weight to them they would not have in different times. The war in Europe was far away from America, but occasionally it found it's way here in small ways.<br/><br/>Catherine's cart didn't just belong to the woman. It was a shared space for at least three other cirque members. What little private space Catherine had was further divided in an absolutely cramped office space with a desk, and a sleeping area. The two spaces were kept apart with a simple coloured sheet. Catherine put down Majesty on the desk, the cat promptly wandering to an empty cardboard box left on it and depositing itself inside.<b>"Alright, lets look at these references of yours."</b>Cathy said after taking a seat, leaving a single chair in front of the desk unoccupied. After briefly leafing through the pages the woman looked up at Cid with disbelieving eyes.<b>"Are you sure you want to work here? Ah! No offense, it's just... with references like these you could work in far more prestigious and better equipped workplaces..."</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>