"Grk!" It wasn't clear what Circe was reacting to. The pinch, or the cuteness of the thing trying and failing to bite her. A few facial tics and ear flicks later, Circe has hoisted the adorable ball of teeth and fluff out of the engine block and placed him beside his parent. "Here ya go. Iron Sider's have weird carriages, wait?" She looks in confusion at the hob, "What market?"