"Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat..." came the familiar voice of a young woman.<br/><br/>Sam would recognize that sound, for this was a girl who'd earned quite a reputation amongst the carnies in the brief time she'd worked with them. Referring to herself only by the stage name of Picklepuss, the little clown was as mischievous and strange as she was energetic. No one was even sure when exactly she was hired, or even if anyone was paying her to remain with them; a free spirit, Picklepuss seemingly came and went of her own accord, like a cat.<br/><br/>Peeking through what still stood of Zarrina's tent, Picklepuss flashed a ragged red smile from behind greasepaint that none had ever seen her remove.<br/><br/>"Call in the spirits, wherever they're at!" she giggled.