Corrie watched him go, her heart sinking. She wanted to explain - not who she was, not why she didn't want to talk to him, but that she wasn't supposed to tell people who she was. She couldn't go over there when she wasn't in costume because then they'd know who was inside. It was just a part of the job.
That would be a good excuse, if she could figure out how to pantomime it.
The fifteen minutes were up, and the other mascots were coming back now. Corrie slunk back to the group for their brainstorming session, grateful again for the eye-shield that was her costume, and trying not to look back over her shoulder too frequently.