Smith considers her next move...

{if@ Opponent's Pile = 3}"I can't believe I'm getting to play on company time. What was that bullshit about 'karmic debt,' anyway? Are you saying you're some kind of savior that comes out of nowhere and forces evil people to pay what they owe, like a vigilante-- or a superhero? That's a good one!" Smith chuckled, leaning on her fist and smirking around her cigarette.

"Something like that!" Robin chuckled. "It doesn't hurt that my opponents are all beauties as well."

"... Beauties?" Smith muttered, looking momentarily affected. "Now I know you're pulling my leg. Maybe I was once, when I first came to this place, but they never even put me on air and now I do the coffee runs and all the shit nobody else wants to do. They manage to keep me here twelve hours a day. And when they control media itself? You're fucked if you want to go anywhere else. I once spent three weeks straight in this office without leaving, doing all the fucking odd-jobs. I had to wash up in the sink in the bathroom. Someone caught me doing it one time and thought I was some kind of pervert and then it spread all around the office that I was a streaker-"

"Ahem... N-Not that I'm sympathetic, but, perhaps we ought to move on to reading your cards?"

Smith scowled, pushing her fist harder into her cheek and nodding.{else if Opponent's Pile = 2}Smith looked down at her hand so far and scowled. Robin wasn't sure if she should read that as her opponent being unhappy or if that was just so much her default expression that she'd look that way no matter what her score was.

"Still need some time to think?" Robin questioned. "The good part about playing one-on-one instead of at a full table is that you have all the time you need!"

"Is that your way of telling me I'm slow?" Smith spat back, then rolled her cigarette to the other side of her mouth. "You'd probably rather have a table with lots of other opponents besides just me, huh? I can't be the most fun customer you've dealt with."

"Hmmm... I don't know! You're overall nicer than most of the ones I got back at my old job. Or in the last place I visited, for that matter. Those ones threatened to run me over with a tank..."

"Where the fuck have you been playing cards?" Smith questioned, squinting her eyes harder. "Or do you think you can say whatever the hell you want and I'll believe it cause of that magic stunt? Whatever... What's my score?"{else if Opponent's Pile = 1}"Come oooon... My bad luck has to run out some time. I didn't bust, did I? God fucking dammit, I'm too scared to look!" Smith moaned, pushing her boobs down so they squished against the table for censorship purposes while she palmed at her face with both hands.

"Tee hee! You know, pookie-pie, if it was possible to deal somebody a negative score, you'd probably have one right now!" Lyra cooed from outside the play area, seeming to enjoy the suffering of her underling.

"Actually, a negative hand wouldn't be so bad, depending on the number... it might be possible to work it back up to 21," Robin suggested.

The lower corner of Smith's eyelid twitched. "You two are both killing me! Just tell me what my fucking score is already! I know it's not negative. It's not negative, right?" Smith questioned as though entertaining the possibility that her luck might be so poor she'd actually been dealt negative numbers somehow.{endif}

The opponent's current hand is {Hand}.