Gemma eyed his hand and wondered if it was possible that he was still nervous. They'd gotten the awkward first date (cup-shattering and all) out of the way, which calmed most guys down enough not to be jittery. Maybe it was just good old fashioned caffeine overdose, though the occasional waves she was getting off of him said otherwise. Still, she had vowed not to use her empathy push unless it was an emergency of sorts this evening in hopes of actually sorting out what sort of guy he really was.
"When I was little," she answered, moving through the door and grimacing a little at the distinct smell of bowling alley. "Back in grade school." She turned and eyed him with a small smirk. "Am I making you nervous, Alfie?"