Nisha catches herself wanting to bite her nails and shoves her hand up through her hair, instead. There's that tone in Archie's voice. Instantly disarming, it always wrings everything tight in her chest. And, even drunk, it makes her want to fix things. To help.

She laughs and though it's an attempt at lightening the mood in the dark closet, it's all nerves. "Yeah, or, we could talk about, um, one of our missions, or, like, who's bad at kissing." This is the part where, normally, she'd hook her arm through his and jostle him a bit to defuse the situation. But, that's hard in here, so she shuffles closer and takes both his hands in hers in a gesture that her drunken brain thinks is friendly. "Or, dude, I could show you how to climb the walls in here? That's, like, fun! Or we could, um, we could..." The train rapidly derails.