[She continues to stare as she lights up, and after a long pause finally smiles a bit and comments:] Never play poker, mon petit. Your face is an open book.
[She then goes to her desk, crouching down to rifle through the locked compartment to bring out a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot and bringing it over to Feliks.] You know, you really should just stop this dancing around.
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[She then goes to her desk, crouching down to rifle through the locked compartment to bring out a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot and bringing it over to Feliks.] You know, you really should just stop this dancing around.