She doesn't mind the jostling, she stays balanced and uses her high perch to be a look out, looking down at the heads of many of the revilers.

It's a good crowd, many people. "I bet if this world do be having pick pockets they will be loving this festival."

Exactly the sort of crowd that would be perfect to snatch from unsuspecting people, eyes in the sky, wits addled slightly by the strong drink.