Alanna is promptly sandwiched between two pairs of disgustingly effective puppy eyes.

She scowls at the wet pavement, tilting her head a little to see the way the reflection changes.

"So many lights," she murmurs, forgetting to keep her expression sour. Her fingers curl around each of their necks as if she's going to bang their heads together. A flickering purple light appears as she runs her hands from nape to palms, lips moving in an almost silent spell.

"Now, if you dump me off the back of the bike again, I'll shove you in a puddle myself."

She winks.