Annabelle is immediately met with a dilemma. There are two different, obvious routes here. She came here to see this wonderful carnival, not to enact random altruism presented to her on a shiny platter. But on the other hand, this is the first time she's encountered another person who seems her age since she was little, and she was already in; the festivities of the carnival wouldn't go anywhere.

And she was curious, now, about this brother of his.

She smiles in a way that shouldn't look devious, but it does.

"I'll help you look, then."