"Mm, but if you're not on the stage you're in the audience, aren't you? Those are the only options there are. You either act or are acted upon. That's how the world works." She twirls her pistol around her finger for a moment with a grin before it vanishes again.

"Religious cult? I suppose you could call us one. I'm a Masked Fool of the Tavern, I belong to Aha, the Aeon of Elation. And you must be from somewhere very, very far away if you don't know what that means." Sparkle pulls her mask down over her face, eyes glowing in a swirl of pink, and vanishes behind it, mask clattering to the ground alone, before it sinks into the puddle and vanishes.

Her voice comes from the other side of Bedman, and she skips back into his field of view. "It's good that you can recognize a fool, at least. I would hate to not be thought a fool."