She allowed him to guide her, some how becoming more and more comfortable in his care. By the time the pill began to take effect, she was close to calm anyways. The ears were slowly fading away. The effect of the alcohol on top of the medicine's effect was actually causing her to grow tired. She still had enough energy to pull off some semblance of normal, but she was definitely going to crash hard when she got to the dorm.
She allowed a smile to cross over her face at his compliment of her drawing. The smile, however, was just something she knew she should do. It wasn't quite like her normal smile. She hoped it would just come across as she was still nervous, but who really knew what he would think. "I thought those clothes would accentuate your looks," she explained, "It's just something I do for ideas."