Natalia lets herself be led, free hand wrapped around his wrist as he pulls them along, past the thinning crowd until there's precious few people at all. She realizes all at once she's beaming, girlish, ridiculous, but the effort to stop is more than Natalia cares to muster, and when James brings them to a halt, she sees they're all alone.

"Truly?" she asks, even as she reaches for him.