"I'm alright," Molly says, offering him a thin smile as she reaches out for the glass, sipping carefully. Her heart is still beating too fast, her throat tight, but at least getting air in her lungs is a little easier now. It's embarrassment more than anything else that weighs heavily on her, something she isn't really sure what to do with. Then again, none of this is. In bed is one place where she's always been confident, capable of holding her own, and with her injuries healed, she thought she would be ready for this. The fact that she's evidently not isn't something she's comfortable with, or at all ready to address, an uncharacteristic uncertainty leaving her at a loss. "I think so, anyway."