Remy was dead quiet while she pulled out the card, not even bothering to answer her question. Oh no, he was not about to give away any of his secrets. Easily lifting a hand to the bar, he picked up the cards in one swift movement, only to pocket them.
Looking her over curiously, he pulled out his own wallet and laid down a few Jackson's. "Tell me you not be drivin'?" Because regardless of what she was trying not to show, he doubted that was a good idea.
Standing up as well, he picked up her money off the bar and handed it back to her, only to point out, "Dis cricket pays since he couldn't be a good conscience."