She returned the motion in kind, noting away the details and stuffing down her curiosity for now at another lone gargoyle in town. She didn't have one on staff at the moment, but certainly wasn't averse.
In a way, it fit. Maeve had been here for longer than Julius, the pub less trendy and flashy. The type to put in roots and stay an unchanging part of the community, much like Gargoyles were.
A half shrug, though she still watched him with sharp, assessing eyes, "We're always looking for skilled bartenders. We don't check IDs but it's good to have someone who can watch for trouble, without stepping in too early or too heavy." People fought, it happened, no one needed to be yelled at if they were just growling at each other, "We look out for one another." That was where she sounded most serious, making sure to grab eye contact in the process. No one hurt or disrespected her people, not even her, and that was her main priority.