Emerson leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he glared at his tiles. He thought about using magic to change his luck, but as it stood he wasn't looking to be doing too well with or without it.
"You don't mind if I ask her for help, do you?" Emerson asked Eterna, gesturing to Allison with a lazy grin. "I mean, with the both of us, we just might have a slight chance."