"Probably doesn't know what's that way himself..." commented de Coursey "... looks like the poor feller's running wild!"
Indeed, these were hardly the movements - or physiological readings - of a naughty teen actor sneaking out on his duties. More like those of a terrified antelope bounding away from a pride of lions!
"Yeah, stage fright. Terrible thing." de Coursey pontificated"Even suffered it myself once. School put on Coriolanus: I was the second spearman on the right. Just the one line in the entire thing, but I was nervous as Hell on the opening..."
He looked up and realised not only that no-one was listening to him, but that the others had all started off in the direction of the fugitive.