Why does it feel like they're being watched? They're probably being watched... Somewhere behind her, but she wasn't about to turn around and check.

With a sigh - perhaps exaggerated - she saw him look from the corner of her eye up towards the Ferris Wheel himself. It was tall; would he really be okay with it?

"... If you're really alright with riding it."

One hand still holding onto her crepe, she used her free one to take hold of his offered hand.