She had a strong grip, enough that it gave him a moment to ponder. Icy girl, strong grip, liked to be called a woman. Boy, she wasn't someone to mess with. Remy knew himself a fair share of strong women, hell he was married to one still, technically.
"World," he confirmed with a small nod and then he knocked back the rest of his whiskey. Two fingers tapped against the bartop to get another poured and he eased back in his seat some to regard her.