It would be all too easy to be swallowed by the crowd, and Tyrion is well aware of this, even as he's relieved that the maze of bodies provided obstruction enough that he can keep pace with Sansa without too much difficulty.

"So am I," he admits. "It's a marvelous device."

Almost magical, though he knows well enough not to say so out loud. He may not have been in Draega long enough to have firmly grasped all the nuances of its politics, but that aspect hasn't been particularly buried.