She wonders if he knows that her last statement was a lie. Being able to relax, being born with that? Hardly. Back when she was a child, everything was about running around as fast as she could go, wanting to accomplish so much and only ever backing off because she felt shy. Nothing else could stop her. She supposes that she's walking proof of the fact that nurture doesn't account for everything. The only reason she's able to relax these days is because she keeps all people at arm's length. Physically, emotionally, no one comes within that reach of hers anymore, because it just isn't worth it. It's not as bad a way to live as it sounds.

"Useful's one way of putting it," Faye replies with her eyes just barely narrowed, trying to discern the look on his face. Useful for a poker face, her mind immediately supplies, a thought which only widens her smile as she sets another card down, her attention barely on the cards at all. But since there's little point in hiding her main occupation (she'll just let those years of gambling and cheating slide under the table), she adds at the end, corners of her cards pressed to her cheek. "Bounty hunter by trade. Chasing the villains all across space."