Corrie startles at being spoken to. There are people all around, of course, but she hadn't thought anyone particularly noticed her. Hilarious, considering she'd planned on being noticeable tonight, but it felt different when the disguise was something you have no control over, when you really can't pick out your neighbours.

She turns to the feather-faced man she'd been looking at (now gone), then back to the Fawn. "I'm looking for someone," she whispers back.