Beau watches, and gives a small satisfied nod at his reaction. The reflection guy doesn't throw a shitfit, he just looks unhappy, which is fair - and pretty promising that he's on the level.

Then the rest of what he's saying sinks in, and she coughs and stares at him. "Wait, wait wait, you're a carny?! You don't look like a carny, you look like just... some guy." The carnival people she knows best are pretty striking-looking, whether they're colorful or stark whites and blacks.