It certainly isn't subtle, but the situation hardly warrants for subtleness, clearly. Tricia refrains from rolling her eyes, which would have been very six-years-old of her, and instead grabs her winnings and heads for the bar.

There's a free stool that seems to be waiting for her and she smiles - tightly - Nathan's way to try and get his attention. She needs a drink, and she needs it sooner rather than later.