[If anyone looks at people with a completely blunt and unbiased perspective, it's MJ. She'd spent her formative years in New York City and hadn't moved to Hawkins until after her parents had split up, so while she'd known Steve in high school she hadn't been fully entrenched in the lifelong cliques and rumors that were assigned to people as they navigated their respective social circles. As such, she sees people for what they currently are, rather than what they'd been or could be. And what Steve is, right now, tonight? Is a good person.

His advice about falling earns a short laugh out of her, even as she consciously resists the urge to grip both of his hands as hard as she can.]

Why should I be afraid to fall? That's why you're here. To keep me from- [She's cut off when one foot gets a little too ahead of itself, and her hands do grip at Steve's more firmly as she slides jerkily, forcing herself to a stop close to Steve as she regains both her footing and her steady breathing.] ... f- from that. Ha.

[She clears her throat, using the impromptu pause as an excuse to look around at their surroundings.]

Yeah, well... I could definitely think of worse ways to spend a night. I don't mind being stuck with you if the feeling's mutual.