Gem chuckled softly to herself as he sat down and gave his hand a shake- not the prissy kind some girls like to shove out these days, either. She didn't understand what you were supposed to do with a limp-wrist shoved in your face. Firm handshakes were a requirement, not bone-crushing, just firm. It was a thing.
Easily skirting around the fact that she was, in fact, waiting on her brother to show up, she focused on his question instead. "Gemma. I hope you've chosen to leave your games at home." Not entirely true, since Gemma loved toying with people more than she let on, and her empathy made that pretty easy most of the time. She was still gauging him, but he still seemed like he was feeling pretty confident. For now. "No need for those here, Caleb." She tossed him a wink as she slid her empty glass back to the bartender.
"Could use another drink, though, if you're sticking around."