[ emma is absolutely not sulking over the near miss. absolutely not even a bit, but she's still a touch huffy as she braces her hand on the back of faraday's chair to keep her balance, glancing from his smug grin and back to the cards then down again. ]

I'd thought perhaps dyin' might have given me some kind of advantage over you. Suppose it's just my luck your reflexes are what they always were.

[ which is, to say, incredibly impressive.

...and with her hand bracing on the back of his chair, she tries to stretch again and reach — because emma cullen is nothing if not determined (and competitive as all hell). ]