Forge was rather annoyed by the crowd in the bar, to be honest. Sundays were usually slow, quiet and relaxing as most patrons were leaving the island and it gave Forge the peace he so desired. Tonight was not the night for peace and quiet, it seemed. He had almost managed to lose himself in the burn of the alcohol when someone bumped into him. Dark eyes opened slightly at the disturbance, not a glare, to see who had jostled him.
One corner of his lips pulled into the smallest hint of an amused smile when she touched his hand. The reaction was not at all unusual, prosthetic limbs usually caught glances, a metallic one which was touch sensitive was all the more shocking. Forge supposed he should be bitter about the loss of his libs, but it was quite the opposite with him, he was quite proud of what he had created to replace the loss. His hand held various little tools and features hidden within it, tailored to his needs, as well.
His eyes shifted over her a moment, taking her in physically before he lifted his glass to his lips again, taking a slow drink sip with a pleased sigh. That was helping. "Of course," he responded lowly and politely to her apology, pulling the metallic hand in closer to the center line of his body to keep it out of her way as she settled in. "Meeting someone here?" He asked, lifting one dark brow as he watched her gaze sweep the bar. It was odd for someone to be 'hooking up' this late on a Sunday, most humans had to be off the island shortly. It was curious, interesting enough for him to comment on, at least.