It's the cane that throws her off, and has Faye stepping back when nudged, though her expression is still barely a shade softer than murderous. Strangely, the fact that this man's view on risk is practically the same as her own only manages to infuriate Faye more, lips pressing thin before she nudges herself back into place, making sure to take up half of the window.

"I don't need an old man to tell me how to have fun," mutters Faye, who places her arm directly between him and the bookie. "You like gambling? I'll play you for your half."