Oona appreciated the easy way he let her come back into the area without feeling foolish. He was amiable to her discomfort and acted accordingly. He made her feel safe again, and the thought about putting the jacket back on was immediately discarded.
Maybe later she'd bring it up again and perhaps not. Either way, she was afraid she had freaked him out on their first date. Her free-spirited nature was chaotic sometimes. The wind of her thoughts was what moved her.
She narrows her eyes at him, survey's him as if she is judging him. "I think you are worth driving the Minx." He looked like he knew how to handle her beast of a car. Maybe it was the beard, or possibly she just liked how his vest fit his shoulders. She was smaller in comparison but wasn't a lightweight.
Still...
Rafe teased her, and she teased him back, "Well, that's a shame." She winked at him and made another tiny meal of chicken, peppers, lettuce, and mushrooms in the basket and set it in the broth's rapidly deteriorating volume. ""I really should be responsible." but level-headedness was not her style. She thought she decided she wasn't going to order another cocktail, but after he ordered his, she put an order in.