He'd completely misunderstood the point she was trying to get across. She should be used to it, both as someone trying to convey meaning with nothing but miming and as someone who'd spent a lot of time with Lorcan. But it was frustrating. All the other mascots seemed to be bizarrely talented at the pantomime game, they didn't even need facial expressions to communicate. And she'd been trying to slyly tease him, not admit that she'd been scared for one silly half-second.
Corrie was trying to work out how best to express the concept "take your own advice, you were the one who started being worried first" without resorting to middle fingers (which were not mascot-appropriate and could lead to trouble if you were caught displaying one with your huge, furry fake hands) when Lorcan became suddenly engrossed in the kite. She paused, surprised by this abrupt shift, and found herself staring at the look of concentration on his face as he fiddled with the wing of the eagle, silently watching him work with Rumbleroar's giant head all the way to one side.