While everyone else had their hands in the air and were screaming their happy approval of each tilting turn, Loras kept an eye on Obi-Wan. At least he wasn't screaming in terror. Loras' hair whipped around with each turn, as did Obi-Wan's, albeit not as severely.
The ride, like any coaster, as not very long, a few minutes that likely seemed like much longer to Obi-Wan. The train came to a clickety halt just before it rolled into the station for the next wave of people to step into their cars. Loras patted Obi-Wan's hand as they waited for the bars to come loose. "How you doing?" he asked.