[Jan shrugs slightly and puts her device aside. she feels a flicker of disappointment as she checks her cards and raises Frank's bet by one lint ball, long fingers tapping the table soundlessly-- she was pretty sure that line would make him at least crack a grin. she can normally get the first laugh out of startlement, when someone doesn't expect crude ribbing from someone with her face. mr. conviviality across the table from her seemed like he could've used a laugh.

there are a couple explanations for his stoicism. maybe he's got no sense of humor. maybe he's a bad dude after all. maybe whatever happened to him is too much for even jokes about getting laid. but... despite all that, he sat down with her, which means that he's indulging in that most universal of human urges: the desire to take a chance.

that can mean only one thing. whatever the hell is up with him, it's her sacred duty to do her best to win his pants.]