Jazz blinked, but before her head could finish tipping he was already walking away, disappering outside with the last of the crowd.
She fingered the ragged edge of the curtain for a moment, but truthfully there was no decision to be made. Even if he hadn't turned back she'd have gone out and looked for him. Just because.
But it was - nice - to be encouraged.
Releasing the curtain she disappeared backstage to change.