Lorna was bouncy. Very bouncy. And whistling, albeit badly. There was no way anything could spoil her good mood today. Nothing could get to her.
Well, almost nothing. She didn't immediately recognize Pietro, having never seen him in person. But the look on his face, combined with the fact that his face was vaguely built like Erik's made her suspicious.
Still, better not to say anything. There wasn't exactly any love lost between them, and really, she doubted her effervescent bounciness would see her through this.