[Rowan's perched on one of the counters in the salon, legs crossed, a thoughtful look on their face. It's the end of the day, but they haven't started on cleaning up yet, so the counter is still covered in the tools of the trade; make up is scattered around where they're perched, and in the background, one of the hairstyling spots is visible.]

Hey, Zack, I been thinking. You thought any more about getting a job here? 'Cos I saw some of what you was doing when the circus was in town, and we could really do with another pair of hands down here.