Her eyes skimmed over each body that came into the room. Each movement, each word that left their mouths would be taken into the female's mind and analyzed. But, she didn't make it obvious. With the tip of her index finger, she swirled over the brim of the glass as the dealer spoke. Extending her arm, she placed a delicate finger over the<strong>third card</strong>, sliding it towards her. She was in no rush, or need to look at the card. Besides, she was more interested in the events that would happen after the players lost all of their chips.