Carlita didn't know what "bluff" meant. Lies were lies, though, no matter how you dressed them. She shook her head at Quinn and attempted to look disapproving, but didn't manage it. "You are uh, fortune? Lucky? In Guatemala? Pow-pow." She mimed shooting him with two of her fingers and sighed in mock-desperation. That was one thing about not being home that was good. The only thing, really. No more violence and shoot-outs and muggings. She bit her lip, and was lost for a moment in thoughts of her family, but she shook it off.
"So you are American, yes? What part? You have a big family?"