Being granted the permission to leave the Cirque's premises, Agatha scuttled away from Veronica hurriedly. She made sure to tuck her four lower arms under her poncho, keeping them wrapped around her torso as tightly as she could; she couldn't afford to be a known Cirque member wandering out in public, since she just knew that she would end up being immediately labeled as the prime suspect. Why wouldn't the six-armed freak who looks like a paranoid, nervous wreck be the murderer? People were so quick to judge...<br/><br/>At that, Agatha sped towards and and out of the lot that the troupe was stationed. The field offered little resistance as well, and the spider-woman weaved between the golden stalks of corn nimbly as she made her way to the road nearest to the town, and then walked her way along it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>