[His grin widens. She seems like a nice sort, and when he's like this, that's all that matters. He doesn't care for the details of how she got here. Not his circus, not his monkeys!]

Not my circus, not my monkeys! [He echoes his own thoughts.] I'm not in charge, so I'm not obligated to be offended just because someone invites themselves in.

[He spreads his hands and shrugs. Here in the light of her strange crystals, he can see pretty well, he belatedly realizes.]

As for the others, this is no longer a novelty to them. Every two or three nights, I put on this show -- if we do not have work for me to otherwise burn away my energy. So, to them, it is boring. "Rote", is the word.

And it's not so lonely. It's fun. Sometimes Lyra watches if she's out late. Maybe she is afraid I will stumble into her pond like a drunkard.