It was just her nature - she didn't do bitter well, even when she lost a match. As long as she'd played hard and given her all, she saw no reason to get pissy about losing. "Cheers," she echoed.
Gen laughed at the exclamation, nodding along. "Lots of practice!" she answered with a laugh. "Honestly, we never thought we'd ever have to actually pull that one off." She raised her glass as well, then took a pull from it.
She glanced around then for a chair, laughing and thanking someone when the handed one over. She scooted in next to Oliver and sat, crossing her legs at the knee, which had her foot brushing against his leg in that casual way of sitting too close at an over-crowded table. "Well, it's not like you made it easy on me, either! I still can't believe you managed to catch that curve I sent." She'd definitely been impressed - irritated at the time, but impressed.
Well, that was a relief, and she smiled warmly at him. "Good," she said firmly, meaning it. There'd been a casual thing there a couple times years ago, before Coop even, that had never gone anywhere, but she'd always liked Terence and was happy for where he seemed to be in his life. "Oh, Viktor got banged up pretty well, too, but nothing that couldn't be patched up. I'm sure you'll hear him griping about his nose getting broken again," she shared, clearly amused and teasing directed at her absent Captain.