Domino was pleased to find that her initial assessment of the pair was incorrect, they weren't chavs, not exactly, they were more the trash with money sort, money and apparent training, which just made her smile, brow arching, "Go on, say something clever about how you're going to beat me."
At the woman's continued silence, Domino just grinned, slow, easy, utterly predatory, they hadn't drawn a crowd yet, or even much notice, but Domino knew from experience that the calm wouldn't last long.