Mina counted herself lucky that no one appeared to have noticed her wandering among the tents.  She quickly realized, however, that there would be no chance of being mistaken for one of the diminutive workers that fussed about, keeping things in order.  At five-foot-six, she was taller by far, and she wasn't<em>entirely</em>sure whether she saw any women among them or not.  While not overly endowed, she could only pass for a boy if she wound an Ace bandage around her chest and didn't breathe too deeply, and she hadn't thought to take that precaution.<br/><br/>Well, there was nothing to be done about that now.  She'd waited too long for a traveling show, and the next one wouldn't come through until after the spring thaw.  Keeping her head down, she watched for any opportunity to meld into the general flow - some task where she didn't precisely<em>have</em>to interact, such as shuttling feed, water, or equipment from one part of the grounds to another.  Once she was seen as being useful - well, that would give her more weight when she pled her case to be allowed to stay.