Mira laughs, blushing a little and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, glancing at the girl. "You're talking yourself out of a partner in clubbing, lady," she informs her, but she's not so much into the flirting with people she doesn't know. Well, that's a lie: she hadn't known Genevieve at all before the warehouse rave. In retrospect she feels like that was another Mira, one that makes stupid, rash decisions, but it's turned out pretty well in the name of running flirtations and maybe a little more than that. So maybe not stupid.

"Anyway, I'd open my mouth and a girl like that would get bored immediately," she excuses her own shyness.

She does sort of raise an eyebrow at Raleigh and glance at the guy. "Yeah?" She takes a drink. "I mean, don't get me wrong, books, covers, etc, but." She leans on the bar. "I think you could do better," she revises. The guy looks like the skeezes at every crew party she'd been to in four years of college, only without the polish that the crew team and their friends tended to pretend they had. Even if Raleigh's looking for something more...attainable in her choice of guys, Mira's experiences with that crowd makes her distinctly concerned.

Raleigh looks like she's suddenly been handed a pedestal, anyway. It's a little weird, her new blase attitude, and Mira is determined to figure out what the catalyst is, but regardless, she feels Raleigh could probably have her pick. Not that Mira's biased at all.

She laughs awkwardly, not sure where to go with that. "But can you dance in them," she retorts with a smile.