"She be a friend." Remy seemed more focused on his cards then he was on looking at the others at the table, or looking over at Neena. Because he'd let her say as much or as little as she wanted about who she was. "She likes cards." He looked up from his own cards and looked around at the others. "That why we all be here, yes? Because we like cards?"
There was a general murmur of agreement from the people assembled, although Remy's cousin was giving Neena a kind of questioning look. He knew what kind of people Remy tended to hang out with.