Mira isn't sure if she's gratified at being told to stay, or a little annoyed at having that decided so forcefully. "Oh am I?" she snarks, smirking. "Good to know." When Raleigh rolls her eyes, though, she just laughs. "Yeah, I guess." The sentiment sounds almost exactly like the first roommate she'd had in college, who'd almost forcibly dragged her into socializing. "I'm sorry, that was fishing a little, wasn't it? I am great. My nerditude is also great." She takes a long swallow of drink.

She does frown a little, wondering where all of this came from. "It's not that I don't get that -- I do, it's just." She makes a face. "I don't want you getting hurt," she says, the impact of it totally undone by Raleigh sliding down neatly and reaching for her hand with a flirtatious smile. Mira blinks, taking her hand and pushing herself down. She can feel her pulse doubletime, just a little, and she shoves at it. Stupidity. She hides it with a laugh. "I have to warn you, I have incredibly high dance standards," she says faux-seriously.