[ His choice of words brings the fading echoes of the ghostly whispers back to the forefront of her mind, making her lips tighten into a firm lip as she stares determinedly down at her book, debating with herself. ]

Good that we met here. Somebody like you would have been a really easy mark for someone in my old line of work. [ She's teasing - sort of, doing what she's done so many times since this casino landed her in situations where it would be far too easy to let herself feel overwhelmed and in over her head. Improvising as she goes. ]

Next time I pick the floor.