Raleigh rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean." She raises her brows when Mira clearly collects herself, and she smiles, too. "I mean, she's pretty, and she's sort of staring, so either she's super into you, or she thinks she knows you or something." Leaning her elbows back on the bar, Raleigh looks completely at ease in the club - which is odd, considering that she used to be worried about what people thought of her. "I don't have the psychic-fortune telling ball to know if she's a good person, but she totally looks like she wants to take you home, that's all I'm saying."

That's before Mira asks about her, and Raleigh rolls her eyes when Mira points out the cheekbone-clean-up thing. "God, I swear, it's like... I have no idea when I lost my mind and decided that guys like...." She pauses and then nods towards a guy who looks like the very definition of a player. "That, that I'm not into them. Consider that list revised." Not that she'd actually ended up going home with any of them yet, because they'd been gross, but Raleigh's spent more time making out with guys in bars in the last two weeks than any other time in her life.

"And thanks. I know. It's not like I wear these shoes for nothing, you know?"