We'll manage, come on. [ Like he'd let her trip. Even if they both had to eat asphalt as a result. As promised, he manages to gain them enough wiggle room to make their way onto the next available car, popping some loose change into the fare box as he goes.

Glancing over the tops of the people already on board (or... trying, he's not very tall and there's a lot standing...) his face lights up after a second. ]

Look, there's still a good spot!

[ The trolley is pretty packed, but mostly tourists have taken the seats along the open windows, leaving a bit of room available towards the back of the car, near the two open entrances on either side. Banagher guides them towards the one on the left-hand side, eventually swiveling and planting his back against the frame, one hand on the guard rail. He looks entirely too pleased to nearly be hanging out of what'll be a moving vehicle. ]

Fresh air and the best view! Here, stand in front of me.