[She makes a low noise as she cuts the cards, shuffles again. Is he surprised? Doesn't really sound it if he is. The cards him between her fingers, gentle thip-thip-thip. She squares them a last time before she deals, easy flick of the wrist, and then sets the deck at her elbow before fetching up the glass he's poured for her.]
Word is the order came down from over the officer's heads.
[But, what Rogers had said aside, she doesn't really think that excuses the mismanagement. She quirks an eyebrow, brings the glass up and takes a sip before turning her cards up to take a look.
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Word is the order came down from over the officer's heads.
[But, what Rogers had said aside, she doesn't really think that excuses the mismanagement. She quirks an eyebrow, brings the glass up and takes a sip before turning her cards up to take a look.
It's about as satisfying as everything else.]