[He'll just follow along, carrying the large back over his shoulder as he lets her push her way through. Nor will he stop her—he's had enough of crowds, it's their turn to push! And once they're in a good, clear spot, he ponders.]

...Hm. I'm assuming you're going to semi-prime, so I could just hold onto your shoulders and you lift us up.

[So he'd be standing next to her for the whole ride.]

Unless you want to use your talons and I just hang off those.