His smile already tells Faye a great deal. There are some people who try to hide as much as they can behind a small grin, opting to mimic Mona Lisa even centuries later, but honestly, Faye doesn't think that look sits well on most. Da Vinci's great work was finally lost some time ago, in the middle of all those days Faye spent in a dreamless sleep. Meteors raining down on the surface of the earth, as it turns out, drive the human race into a near constant state of panic. And panic, as it is so wont to do, undermines order, authority, even the looters standing by the crumbling remains of the Louvre having neither the nerve nor the sense to steal the world's most valuable painting, opting instead to flee with any number of pieces by the relative unknowns, all provided that an emergency exit was nearby. But the thing about being lost is that it raises appeal, people filling in the blanks with the best of their imagination. The Mona Lisa, Faye strongly believes, is more popular than ever now that it's unattainable, but what Faye remembers from her own trips to Europe is that the Mona Lisa didn't try so hard.

That's what she likes about this man's smile, encouraging Faye to respond with one of her own.

"Texas Hold 'Em?" Faye suggests, already shuffling the cards. "It's the usual fallback. Unless you have another idea; I'm open to suggestions."