Anakin stood when the trolley stopped, holding his hand out to help Padmé up. Though he led the way off the car, when they were on the platform he deferred to Padmé’s lead. She knew what shops to go to, and this was primarily her shopping adventure. Anakin was just along to provide company, and probably some bad opinions about certain articles of clothing.
“Which way,” he asked, his patient merely extending from the fact he’d deliberately not scheduled anything after this so he wouldn’t be anxious to get home.