Cam laughs, more a huff of breath than a real sound. The young man looks -- well, it's hard to say; perhaps a little younger than her, clean-shaven and bright-eyed with blonde hair in spikes as exuberant as his reaction. It reminds her of -- something, but she's getting used to not knowing where that feeling comes from.

"Thank you," she says with a rare, warm smile, allowing herself to enjoy his enthusiasm and the lingering feeling of confidence. It turns up a little at his warning about the alcohol, and she wonders if, wherever he comes from, there aren't bars there. She isn't used to exactly what to ask for or what it is she's drinking, but she knew when she walked into this place that establishments like this one are just -- well, they're everywhere, aren't they?

Perhaps not.

Her brow does furrow, though, and she gestures with his head for him to accompany her to claim her free drink. "...Jello?"