"...Chilly gel," he repeats flatly, fixing his beady-eyed gaze on this person's visor. Truth be told, he's well aware that this is actually exactly the kind of nonsense that the Ringmaster would probably love to snap up, but he's not feeling in a particularly generous mood. Giving her a hard time sounds like a more cathartic avenue to take a stroll down.

He glances at the chalice under her arm. "What about that? That seems far more valuable..."