A nine. A three. A plus six. Eva watched his face until he said 'that's unfortunate', at which point she turned her attention to Nathaniel's hand, which was replacing her die in its skull slot.
She then returned her gaze to his face, where she stared with contemplation, his fate in her hands. Her eyes narrowed slightly in consideration of his plight. Sigh. She leaned back slowly in her chair, relaxing her posture and her gaze. "A fifteen will suffice." The mayor smirked and tilted her head slightly to the side. "Though, you'll have to bring a sacrificial coffee. I thought you'd know how to handle that one." She didn't just go throwing dice at anyone, after all. "C'mon," she drew in a deep breath and stood. "I'll show you to where I've stashed your son. There's a Skee-Ball machine. My son, Mateo, he'll say something inappropriate, I assure you." She tapped her temple to indicate he had some form of mind powers, then opened the door before she reached it with her own mutant abilities.