"Fine." No, she didn't need him to tell her that the situation was awful, because she was already very well aware of it. But she did ease up on her pace when he agreed to take her back to his flat so she wouldn't have to go home. She even leaned against him a little. That was how she knew was still drunk, despite feeling like she'd sobered up a bit in her resistance to go home.
She didn't talk much on the way there; the chill of the night did as much to lessen the effects of the alcohol as the walk did, and by the time they got to the Disapparation point, she was standing completely on her own and not even stumbling. She probably could have even Apparated back to the farm on her own. If she'd wanted to. Which she didn't.
Once they were in his flat, though, Sasha didn't really know what to do with herself. She was just sober enough to feel awkward being in a man's home for the first time. It actually made her rethink this whole idea, except she was also beginning to get sleepy. And lonely. And despite the fact that she'd said she didn't want to talk about it, part of her did. She just didn't really want to talk about it with anyone who would get protective of her.