Zia gave a low appreciative whistle when they popped into the dancers' changing rooms. The buzz and hum of voices, the teasing bits of skinship between girls...Zia sighed, exhaling nostalgia. She had toured with the Carnival of Shadows several years ago. She was still training at time and they only let her do one some of the simpler routines. It made her miss the times when it was her breasts being cupped and felted up by a disbelieving girl that refused to acknowledge them as anymore than illusions. Zia could only giggle with how flustered Jax made the girl she asked directions from.<br/><br/>"They might not be the best troop of dancers I've seen," Zia said once they were back in the hallway. "but you can't deny them their pretty faces."<br/><br/>Arriving in front of Starflower's dressing room, Zia readily gave the door a few quick, firm raps. Loud enough to be heard, but not so loud to raise an eyebrow or allude to threatening authority. If they were asked through the door who they were, she'd let Jax take care of introductions, likely knowing Jalia at least a little--which was a whole lot more than Zia did.