Gela, unthinking, looses a small giggle. Embarrassing! Reassuringly, "I'm not goin' to call you that." She may privately think that the Rifters can be an odd bunch at times, but she wouldn't go about calling them strange to their faces... that's a bit much, "How about your name? Mine is Gela."

She holds out her hand, to shake. Not the one with the blood lotus bottle in it, mind, even though his reaction is a positive one. "It can mean either," she says, and smiles, "Dependin' on how much you add to the tea."

Ha ha.