The townsfolk aren't too happy with the Sleepers right now - whatever crowd the street performer manages to draw in thins out just as quickly. At the end there's only Max left standing there, one of the apples in hand.

"That was amazing."

She means it. The admiration is obvious in her tone. She walks closer, waving the apple at him. The man is odd to say the least. His clothes, his mask... his... hair? Is that hair? It all screams Sleeper at her, and from one of the odder worlds at that. But she starts with an easier question.

"How long did it take you to get that good?"