While a glimpse or two aims her way, Wei Wuxian's dramatics continue to hold the bulk of the attention, and increasingly more pushy ways of having him leave: he doesn't appear bothered, simply looking more affronted when the witches, these washer women, firmly push at him as if to march him away. He ducks the attempt of one to grab his ear with a melodramatic yelp, granting Allison further time to continue her own interruptions of the lines and whatever else.