Justine narrowed her eyes. “I do not trust this,” she said.
“Circus tents, set up in the Canadian wilds, a hundred miles from even a whisper of a town? What is there to distrust?”
The giantess stared at me. I could see her puzzling at my statement.
I smiled and patted her arm. I said, “Later I will teach you about sarcasm. You will find it useful when dealing with human society.”