<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/bluehairgirl_zps8ed2904b.png)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Room:</strong> Game room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Carson<br/><hr/>“Maybe I should learn to handle a gun properly. My ways to take a life are a little more subtle than that, I’m afraid. Besides, I’m a medic… it’s not inflicting wounds that I aim to do, but rather heal them.” Sybella said and she shrugged her shoulders, as if to her that was it and there would be no real change to that. She had a certain respect for life, being able to feel both the emotional side of it from sentient beings and to feel the physical side of it no matter the species.<br/><br/>“I’ll keep tabs.” Sybella pointed at her tablet with her finger and then wrote something on it, it was the current wager.  She was glad to have refused the hand. It seemed to her that he was taking advantage, to offer to bet after he saw that he had an instantly winning pair. She looked at her hidden card, trying to remain impassive as she saw the ace underneath. Her mind instantly went to a value of ten and she knew she’d have to risk it to get as close to twenty one as she could, but when she was about to request a card, she remembered that the ace could also have the value of eleven. “I’ll stay put.” She decided.</div></div>