"Oh, okay, with the hair," Mira deadpans back at her, but she knows who she must be talking about. "Really?" She smiles into her drink, sitting up a little straighter and crossing her legs.

"She's not not my type," she says appreciatively with a more subtle glance back. She's almost a little too similar to The Ex, but that's not her fault. "My type..." She tries to think about what the people she's had crushes on have in common, swirling her drink in her glass.

"It's more a personality type, I think," she decides. "You know -- sweet, passionate about things they love, a little braver than I am. Touch-y gets extra points. I mean, I'm sure there is a looks type," Mira adds, leaning her head on one hand, "but. I don't know what it is. What about you? I mean, if you're my wing-woman, it's only fair to reciprocate." She runs through Raleigh's crushes in her head. "I mean, we could probably just single out half the guys in here based on quality of cheekbones and how well they clean up," she points out.

"You make quite the picture," she grins, "so I think you're on the right track."