Andi freezes for a briefest of moments, suddenly thinking about what that means.  Her eyes look over Sally's chest in a calculating manner before moving up to the other girl's face.  Her mind seems to be clearly clicking over it.  She hasn't lost that much money yet, and the ante is pretty small.  Does she really want to be taking off her shirt to swap with a stranger for that?  On the other hand, the t-shirt would fit her fine.<br/><br/>"No, I think I'll keep my shirt.  I've lost my shirt at enough games without ever actually losing my shirt."  She tries to make it a joke, but it falls a little flat, a quiver of nervousness there.