On the other side of the gondola, Harry sits; he likes to keep his hand linked to hers, but he does feel like... like his head is being filled with air, and that he can't think properly. Not that he ever could, really, around Lisa, but this...

His face could be on fire, considering how red it is.

Gently, without thinking, he squeezes her hand, then looks out the window.

"Wow," he breathes. "This place... it's amazing from the inside, but..."

It's really startling to watch it like this. Fireworks and everything.