Nervous? She'd never have guessed. He'd only broken a glass, nearly knocked over a table hardly noticed that his hand was bleeding. It seemed a bit of intervention was in order, but before she got to that point, coffee was in order.
"A vanilla latte today, I think." Before he could manage to forget it, Gemma tilted her head slightly. Using her empathy had been strange at first, but now it was fairly simple. She just let the emotions push on to someone else. In this case, she opted for confident. She'd learned the hard way that such things could lead to bizarre results when not controlled (extreme arrogance, feeling invincible, or at some strange times, the complete opposite result), so she made sure not to hit him too hard.
And, of course, she flashed him a winning smile as she did.