These are the moments when Allison is grateful for her brother. For Number Two. They might be few and far in-between, but when her arm slides around Vanya's shoulders, and Vanya gravitates into her like she's a magnet, a shield, a dock trying to hold a bobbling and unsteady boat on an ocean that is trying to turn upsiode down and has no mooring but leans in any way.

Her fingers curl firm around Vanya's opposite shoulder, arm solid against her back and Allison does what a million handlers had done for her as The World Renown Allison Hargreeves, Star of Stage and Screen: she shields her sister form the throng dying out around them. She doesn't speak she just directs her with quick, clipped steps, that should be impossible in those heels, but never are, and a glare, that could cut glass, at anyone daring to even look at her sister. To stop them.

She follows Diego back in the direction of that gargantuan new house, focused on the direction more than discussion, even though her gaze flicks to Vanya at least as much to Diego's back striding purposefully in front of them, and the streets keeping track of how much of it is left to getting to the door.