Lyn certainly didn't seem at all to stray far from him, still holding onto his shoulders, she barely nodded her head to his words. Still, she moved slower than she should have, letting her hand be taken by his and even that light touch across her chest caught her breath in her throat. His grip was strong on her's, perhaps the only thing that kept her on track, helping her to stay a step behind and to his side.
The pressure cooker feeling seemed to ease the moment they left the dancefloor, she felt less closed in, and not quite so crushed. At least not physically. Lyn was intent enough on Xander's back that she barely noticed that he had taken them to relative safty and quiet. She was startled when he moved so suddenly, pressing her first against him and then the wall, she blinked at him in surprised and then her skin flushed in the relatively cool air.
Did she feel better? No. It wasn't the crowd. This wasn't any better. Then again, maybe it was exactly what she wanted. It was hard to think clearly with him touching her, so close, and pressed against her. So the only answer that would come to her lips was, "Yes." Her hands moved to his chest, feeling long the line of muscle there, then up and inside his collar. Her bare hands to his bare skin.
She finally did meet his eyes, a half-distracted murmur in answer to him, "Crowd? What crowd?"