<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good evenin', Missy!  Going up?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Yes."  Her simple reply not being particularly conversational.  Andi takes in the Cowboy, her face showing that she was somewhat bemused despite attempts to remain cool and neutral.  She's seen such a range here in Vegas that she's not sure if he's for real or not.  In some way, he sets her at ease by his dramatic persona - and whether it's real or not doesn't even matter.  As the elevator opens and he makes the gentlemanly offer, she rises off the chair, that half-smile tweaking at her lips, "Why thank you", and proceeds into the elevator.<br/><br/>Her eyes bear straight ahead - into the almost mirror-like polished metal of the back wall of the elevator, where she curiously watches what transpires.  When not playing poker, one of Andi's favorite ways to pass the time is simply watching people.  The little quirks and signals that we all have and give off.  While that happens to also be useful with poker in the form of tells, it also fascinates her.  Her introverted nature makes her perhaps more of an observer than an actor anyway.  Here she finds herself curious about a number of things.  How will the security guard react to the bribe?  How will the Cowboy handle the guard's reaction?  And on a more self-centered note, she wonders if either of the men will have a tendency to stare at her bottom as she walks away from them - it'd be a normal male thing to do, but will that impulse be greater or less than the need to resolve the potentially troublesome matter of the bribe.<br/><br/>These are the ways that Andi's mind races, all in that brief moment.  Then she turns, her gaze flicking from the Cowboy to the guard, and her hand rises to pause before the buttons, wondering what will happen...