[ emma's gaze flickers from between the cards to faraday's face as he talks, but on the last repetition, her eyes are entirely on the deck. each cut and bridge, she tries to commit to memory, even as she realizes it's going to take a good deal of practice for her to even get the motions down pat.

a good thing they have hours until sunrise, then.

he sets down the cards, and emma finally glances up again, catching the challenge in his smile — something she's all too familiar with coming from him. she doesn't say a single thing as she reaches out for the cards, runs her finger along the sides. she makes a bit of a show at first of carefully splitting the deck, thumbing the corners like she's trying to adjust her hold properly...

...and then she neatly riffles the cards together, pushes them into a high arch, and lets them quickly cascade back into a stack in the flat of her fingers. ]

I'm sure it goes somethin' like that.

[ she tries not to smile as she looks back up at faraday, quirking her eyebrow just slightly at him.

spending a great deal of time traveling, looking for a place to settle down with others in rose creek, there had been many a night where there was little to nothing to do. she wasn't one for poker, never had a taste for gambling or the habit of betting money, but other games? it was a means to while away the hours, and after watching the men shuffling the cards, it had become something for her to practice, to keep her hands busy.

just by nature of being a woman, she hadn't let that deter her from participation. ]

Nothin' sinful about a deck of cards, Faraday. It's rather what you'd do with them than the nature of their existence.