She catches it. Or more precisely, she catches the something in his expression that is almost something, and then just as quickly isn't anything at all. If she didn't know him better, she'd have written it off, in anyone else, as momentarily caught in thought, but Luther was more in control of himself than most people ever had to be. Which made it something. Dread tightens like a boulder suddenly took over the whole of her stomach like she had overstepped beyond the necessity of help after he already stepped up to the plate because he had no choice other than to be forced into it, when he still doesn't speak right after it.

But then his words, when they do come, belay it, making her smile a little lopsided. Even as that knot unknots itself only to knot up again, something sudden too aware of time. Of both having it, and the existence of a clock counting down, sand falling through an hourglass, to however long is left of this event.

"Me, too. Aside from basically needing to stay the duration, and all this--"

Allison let one hand raised to gesture generally at the crowd, that had kept her so long, that kept calling her name, pulling her away, to be teaming with more and more faces no matter how many you passed, or greeted, or stopped for. That might not stop even for this fluke in a million.

"--I'm probably pretty freed up from anymore work while here."