Marie instantly felt bad that she'd said he made her nervous. It wasn't the drinking. He would have made her nervous no matter what. "It's okay," she told him, feeling like she needed to apologize. "I'm just not good...this." She motioned around them, feeling her cheeks heat up with blush. "We can. That might be easier." There might be less people, which would be a double edged sword. Speaking to him would be easier, but there would be less distractions from her.