She considers the space, well aware of precious seconds ticking by - but she hadn't been part of the scouting mission, having been present during the last encounter with the circus, and while there hasn't been much change to the layout, there also hasn't been none.

"Pincer," she says. "Better if we divide his attention. I'll circle around; give me a count of 45."

Long enough to make sure she can get into position without risking alerting someone who might be passing by.

Their quarry, at least, is easy to keep track of, muttering irritably under his breath.