"That's what I am calling it," Yelena replies with an answering grin. "If it wants to argue, it can."

For the briefest of moments, she wonders if that's actually something she might have to worry about - and then she dismisses the thought and the accompanying tingle of unease, and takes another sip from her drink. Her gaze tracks a red balloon bobbing above the crowd, gleaming in the bright afternoon light.

"We should look at some of the sideshows. There might be something interesting there."

Read: something strange, something supernatural.