Maeve is tough. Steve knows that. She's a total badass and can handle herself, but she puts on a brave face sometimes, even when she feels uneasy or out of place. Maybe Steve can recognize it because he would do the same thing from time to time, but for him it was more about fitting in than standing out. He conformed to the rich white guy stereotype without much of a fight.

Okay, so maybe it isn't the same, because she's tough whereas he was kind of a pussy until something happened that made him start to change, but the point is that he can tell that she's kind of nervous.

"You know, whenever you want to bail and head for the hotel, just say the word," Steve says as they approach the bar. He peruses over the specials menu and hands it over to her. "Trust me, I won't complain."

Given the choice between a fancy party or potentially wet and naked Maeve, there's absolutely no contest.