There's a speed in the way that she shuffles the cards, but it's one that sacrifices some of that for grace. In fact, speed is nothing more really than habit born out of having scammed people for years, needing to move fast enough that no one was able to keep that close of an eye, so that her sleights of hand disappeared under the blur. She doesn't plan on scamming this man just yet, though, or at least not unless he tries to pull a fast one on her in turn. He looks like he'd be capable of it, but willingness isn't something that she's able to know yet, having just met the man. Carefully, she keeps the magnetic anklet on her leg still, trying not to call too much attention to it. People familiar with swindles might be able to recognize it for what it is.

"Probably not, unless you've been spying on me when I'm not watching," Faye replies with an arched brow. "Not that I'd discourage you." Pausing in her shuffle, she held out a hand.

"Faye."