Her eyes flickered back up to his face, then down to the next card, then right back up to him. The only difference was that the expression in her eyes changed. First it had been irritation with a trace of amusement. Annoyed, but tolerant. For now.
Then it became something much more disturbed. A bit of uneasiness mixed with some dread and discomfort. "Right. The meaning of life."
Abruptly, she shoved her chair back, grabbing at her cards and throwing them back in her purse, not bothering to put them in any particular order. "Some of us have more life to live than others." She paused, then added: "This was a mistake." And backed up to go.