Odessa stared at the woman across from her, her eyes looking at her from over a hand of cards. The others in the game had dropped out, and Odessa had no trouble with it. She waited patiently for the woman to make her move, as she sat there, a large pile of chips in front of her. Her hand wasn't bad but it wasn't all that great. A pair of Queens and Fives. But if the other woman had three of a kind it would seriously cripple her plans. But Odessa was used to con-games. She smiled sitting there, her eyebrow quirking as she waited. Her mind was scanning the other woman's trying to find out exactly what she had, if she should raise or fold. If the woman had something that could beat her she would have to try to manipulate the situation if she could. Then again the pilot wasn't anything special in appearance so most underestimated her.<br/><br/>Odessa was five foot four inches, her body covered in black shorts, a white shirt under a black vest, and that under a black duster. Her hands were covered with her favorite pair of gloves. She had chocolate brown hair that came down to the middle of her back and a figure that was hidden well under her clothing. There was no secret to how she won, except in her mind. She wore no equipment to tell if she was cheating. It was all in the duffel bag at her feet. But then again she had nothing on her and the instant someone tried something she would know. The glass of tea in front of her was still untouched, the pilot not trusting anything she didn't watch made. Her mind was powerful. More powerful than most registered telepaths, but she wasn't stupid. Another telepath could hide someone's intentions from another. And she was too focused on her card game to care about anything that may or may not have been slipped into her drink.<br/><br/>"What's your bet, lassie? I haven't got all day." she said, using an old Irish accent.<br/><br/>Not her own but it was something she was used to doing. It helped hide one's identity from unwanted attention. And hide was something Odessa did well.