Noah led the way toward the bar and Lynne followed willingly, if not dutifully, behind him. She raised an eyebrow when he ordered a Coke, but looked down, nodding slightly, when he explained. It made sense, anyway. At least he was willing to come out in spite of it. It was more than she'd probably be able to say for herself was she in his shoes.
She looked back up at him and gave him a small smile. "You didn't have to do that, you know," she said a little louder than normal so that he could hear her over the music. "We could've just hung out in one of our rooms if you'd wanted," she clarified.
It was really sweet of him, she thought, to brave the crowd when he didn't have to. Then again, she supposed it was partially something he felt he needed to do, considering what he'd said about his family putting him on the ship so he could get back to normal or whatever it was he'd said; she couldn't remember exactly.