Presumed right; he glances back at Martel as he seats himself, which counts as a greeting. For his part, he's got a glass pitcher of something deep red with fruit and what looks like flower petals and rock salt in it, which he is drinking out of a much smaller glass set next to it. He's got no idea what it's called, but it's not bad, and it's fairly weak. (Pirate livers. C'est la vie.)

"Did you get the cat?" Balthier wiggles the fingers of his right hand - didn't even lose any of his rings, the bastard.