"That's as maybe, but at least you stop now."
She accepts her winnings with a smile, hiding the coins in the folds of her skirt.
"Me, I prefer my fingers - see."

She looks around quickly, and after only a quick glance at her mark, she leans back in her chair. She reaches, subtle and swift, and relieves a bulging pocket of it's purse within seconds. She slips the coin bag into her skirts too, before grinning at Abigail.

"I suppose it is as much chance as yours, but I feel safer, you know?"