Corrie jumped when he called out at her, and jerking her head up to see the kite swooping in her direction, had a brief moment of shiteit'sgonnahitme,howheavyisthatthing panic before it swerved the away from her. Irritated that her heart was beating faster than she'd like, she curled her claws as Lorcan approached. She had no doubt now that it was Lorcan himself - he was coming nearing, and it was too close for her to mistake him for anyone else. The suit let out a low growl, as if she was telling him to watch where he was aiming that thing, and get out of her damn country while he was at it. She might not be able to speak without giving herself away (and like hell was she going to break cover right now), but thank goodness for body language and a few well-placed sound charms - she sounded like she felt, more like a real lion than a young woman.