[It is his club and it would be so very rude to tell him that yes she does mind. It isn't as if he's making her uncomfortable--no more than anyone else does--at the moment. So maybe she doesn't mind as much as she should. It's possibly that she's on her fourth drink. Stupid Miranda, letting your guard down like that.]
What do you mean? Th-There's nothing really. I just...thought a drink might be um...nice. [She nervously brushes back a lock of hair, and is glad she's not wearing a turtleneck anymore. It feels warm enough in the bar. At least the bitemark is down to little cuts and some bruising by now. Nothing people should think about, right? She gets injured all the time.]