What are you talking about, Andrew? It's better here; no one can see them unless they lie down to have a look, which they won't have cause to. And she's quite confident that there's enough head room for him, though at this point, he could probably slide off and walk himself for a bit. She's no longer moving quickly enough to have a big advantage in speed over him.

Point is, there's no cause for him to fuss. She purrs reassuringly, not considering how the vibrations might register to someone so titchy. Maybe if she'd ever been in a massage chair, she'd have an inkling. Well, purring is making her feel better, if nothing else, and she continues her resolute creep toward 5th Avenue.