Allison's hand is already on Luther's arm, as she's leaning down to look in the cab. "Don't listen to him. We're fine. We're coming." Shifts directly into a move that is partially tugging, and once her other hand finds part of his back, pushing, too.

"Luther." It's a little higher, but more directive than negating. "Get in the cab."

A look thrown over her shoulder at the shifting crowd and the steadily extending line. Some with slightly pinched, confused expression about what was happening in front of them. Her voice hitches a step under volume this time, as her mouth doesn't move as much while she smiles at those confused, suspicious expression, "We're not going to make all these nice people wait just for us."

It's logical, but even as she gets toward the words, her heart is not as calm as her words suddenly, even as she bulling straight through it, already going about leaning downward to pick up the excess fabric to the skirt of this dress, not looking at him as she pushes the words out. "Just get in. I'll sit in your lap. It's not that long or far."