Giggling playfully, she enters and sits opposite of him, scooting down over to the far windows, large panes of safety glass with a wonderful view of the city and the horizon. "Yes, Father, I will be joining of course. It would be rude of me to not join you on your excursion through my humble home. Well, the Carnival being my home... not this cabin." She smiles at the priest, a bright cheerful smile, with not a hint of malice or foul intent. "You've come here, expecting the darkest, deepest pits of the Nine Hells. A place vacant of Him and His Light." She pauses as the wheel begins to move, the view slowly becoming a masterpiece of beauty as we raise higher, the thin orange line of the setting sun blazing behind a deep blue horizon, setting the sky alight in shades of purple and grey. "What have you found so far, Father Thomas?"