[ Red isn't exactly impressed with the game herself. She knows what it is at this point - she's not blind - but she's also very aware that people want her to keep on playing. Try her luck. That's what everyone seems to want out of her. Her first instinct is to say "fuck it" and try to walk out, but she's seen that go wrong. So here she is, half slumped in her chair, eye-balling the younger woman across from her, fingers drumming on the table.
02 - Game Rooms
At least she's got a nice suit? ]
No skin off my back either way. Go ahead.
[ She waves a hand. ]
Feel like I should at least tell you who I am, though. Call me Red.