The taxi is a welcome sight. Lancelot wobbles to his feet and slips over to it, climbing in then hesitating as he tries to decide how to arrange the seat-belt while wearing a jacket-cape. He shrugs it off eventually, folds into his lap and keeps hold of it without really thinking why. He lets Faolan deal with the taxi, eyes drifting over as Faolan gives his adjusted destination before climbing in and settling. He flickers a slight smile as Faolan reaches over for his hand, lets him take it but his attention still drifts all over.

When the taxi comes to a stop he focuses suddenly, eyes fixing on Faolan as he starts to unbuckle and get out.

"Do you -- mind if I come up?" he asks, uneasy. He just doesn't really want to be left alone in the car, for a whole host of reasons.