"Ugh, practice," she says it with an eye roll, but delight from having accomplished it once still bubbling over take the form of a grin. "To be honest, I don't know how much of that I'll be doing. It's a little too much like school."

Except it isn't. As truthful as that statement is, Hilda is already moving her hand in an attempt to try again. Perhaps it's because it's a mostly mindless thing that doesn't take that much effort on her part. Or maybe she's encouraged by the kindness and soft quality that nudged into his otherwise intense features.

She tries to add up what little she knows about Kaz. A gambling club on its own doesn't imply wrong doing, but it could very well bring about a less than ideal reputation if someone looked down on that sort of thing. Maybe that's what he means. Hilda lets out a brief little noise of agreement. "I definitely haven't." Or rather, she has. But any time she's entertained the thought of anything else than what she's convinced herself she is, she's smothered it.

This isn't about her though. An encouraging smile flutters to her lips, "But I think starting somewhere doesn't hurt. And if you don't like it, you have the freedom to do something else here. I'm sure they don't call this the Free Cities for nothing."