Wei Wuxian waves her off with a flopping, imperious gesture, tossing his hair over his shoulder for good measure as he simply marches forward again, to be stalled by the same protesting, dismissive persons.

"We said—"

"What, you don't have time for it right now? You wish me singing tragedies, not triumphs? Surely you see the direction this moves."

As he continues to stubbornly, persistently move forward, pulling the majority of attention so fully on himself Allison is free, in those moments, to act with greater autonomy.