[The girl seated across from her was exotic in her own way. A third eye stood out on her forehead, quite obviously very real given the way that it tracked and blinked when she looked over at Amelie. She leaned with an elbow, one hand glancing down at the cards while lifting them only a fraction, her champaign flute in her other hand, tilting and rotating between her fingers.

She looked comfortable and at ease while she spoke, the whole atmosphere leeching is way into her as she addressed the sniper.]

Mmmm, I am new to it myself, but I am told the rules of it are not too complex. [She winked.] You have lovely skin. It reminds me a little of home...