They've exchanged a handful of words, but Eames decides that he likes her instinctively, the way she cuts right to the point, the smile that curves her lips, and several shallower things, as well. Any way he can keep himself occupied here is a good one, but already, this seems worthwhile, and he shakes his head to dismiss her second statement. When it comes to cards, he's never been picky (though he's better, of course, at some than others), and Texas Hold 'Em suits just fine. Leaning back slightly, he watches her hands, the motion of her fingers as she shuffles the cards — movements he finds as fascinating as everything else, most people having slightly different ways of doing so, each gesture lending to an overall portrait of her mannerisms — for a few moments before he looks up at her again. He'd remember her, he thinks. He's good with faces, with names.
"No, no, Texas Hold 'Em it is," he agrees, tongue pressing absently to his teeth, a look that's thoughtful, though still pleased. "I haven't seen you around here before, have I?"
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Date: 2011-03-02 06:03 am (UTC)"No, no, Texas Hold 'Em it is," he agrees, tongue pressing absently to his teeth, a look that's thoughtful, though still pleased. "I haven't seen you around here before, have I?"