She laughs out loud, right into her glass, only looking down in mild surprise when his hand covers hers.

It's not the first time he's grabbed her hand and squeezed it; that's happened once before, and it threw her a little off her guard then, too.

As Hathor moves down the bar again, she takes the opportunity to swivel on her bar stool and turn toward him again, a grin still on her face. She only draws her hand away so she can tug at his new cap again. "Looks like this thing has paid for itself."