Eva quirked an eyebrow a the woman curiously. This was starting to smell a little fishy... "Ah well, I'm afraid there's been some kind of miscommunication then. I don't actually sell rare birds, I'm an avian magizoologist." It was odd to Eva in the first place that they'd even had success with an occamy on stage. Occamies were  choranaptyxic, capable of growing or shrinking to fit the size of the space they were given. An occamy loose on a stage of that size could certainly cause some problems.

"Just how does this woman use the occamy in the show?" She was curious now. "I can put you in touch with a reputable breeder, but only if there's great care taken to ensure the animals' well-being." Eva was no idiot and she was certainly not a fan of most circuses and their treatment of the creatures in their care. Her entire job was to rehabilitate, care for and breed creatures that needed help. It was not to sell her babies to somebody who simply needed one on a whim. If she felt anything off about the need for the bird, she could likely blacklist this establishment from proper purchasing methods if needed. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that however.