He considers the oddity of the question; did workers run through the attractions during operational hours?  He has no idea, his lifetime of working experience as a competitor leaving him with an idea of the working world around his sport and within the upper echelons of business, but very little about these kinds of scenarios.  It'd make sense to run through for complaints or clean up or whatever other reasons come up in day to day existence.  Wear and year is universal, he thinks.

"Visiting," he says, walking them through a switchback where one of his reflections spends time determinedly picking it's nose.  Victor blinks, glances back toward Cole and his own reflections, unaware that in short order he should be saying new. "Have you been working for the carnival for long?"

He assumes that the meaning behind along if Victor's new, at least.