Myst jumped slightly at the feeling of someone's foot - a feminine foot, it felt like - stroking her leg. She grinned, but otherwise kept her face level. She plucked two cards from the hand, put them down to swap when everyone else was finished, and kept the other three close to her breast. Hopefully, everybody's hand was worse than hers at the moment... not like that was going to be the base, more than likely. She slid her leg along the foot that was caressing hers, trying to see if she could figure out was doing it by the change of expression.