Roxanne wanted to tell him that she, frankly, grew up with stories about him, but that was probably not something you said right away to someone you just met. Or "met". It might just nudge things over to "weird" if she even said anything and right now, she didn't want that.
When he nudged her, she laughed and ducked her head, blushing slightly, before she picked up her glass for another sip. This was strong. It was a good thing she had basically built tolerance over the course of several years, but that just happened when you were a Weasley cousin and you mingled more with the party-loving crowd. "I'm glad. That means coming out to have a drink with me wasn't too much of a daunting task for you."