[ He should; she's notoriously polite to everyone, and so she almost never does anything like this. Playing favorites is right out. She just doesn't do it.

He moves her quickly and she feels the press of men watching her, but soon it is something that no longer is an issue. After all, here they are, away from the crowd, and soon the crowd will move somewhere else, surely. ]

No, nothing so crass. I think they were likely well-intentioned, but poorly mannered.

[ She says it quietly. Maybe she believes it, maybe she's being nice. It's hard to tell. ]

Ah, but Lord Baelish, thank you for your quick rescue.