With a second look at her hand, Sally can't really supress a slowly bubbling laugh at Jim's story... it's like the slow start of a boil in a pot of warm honey.  It passes with a slow shake of her head, and she scrubs her fingers through her short black hair.  "I'm in," she drops a pair of $50 chips, lowers her hat brim.  "That's the limit, right..?"  She stares steadily at Lucan, full, youthful lips and dark eyes still clinging to the remnants of a pretty smile.