All this talk about her was making Rendyl quite uncomfortable in her chair, the taste of her grilled cheese soured slightly in her mouth as jabs at her appearance or need to be cared for were thrown around. Gritting her teeth she nodded at Tony, grabbing and sorting her cards before staring at them to avoid making eye contact with anyone, trying to concentrate on the game at hand. Texas holdem.....she didn't recall the ins and outs of it, but her father once described it as 'upping the ante' on regular poker. Her mind raced with what combinations of cards could bring her victory with this current hand, and tossed away a two of clubs, waiting for a replacement card from the Captain.

Her choice confirmed, she waited, looking back up and going around the table, giving each person there a good stare. Each one had their own life, their own choices, that brought them here, and Rendyl was determined to make sure they knew she wouldn't be a burden. She would win this hand of cards, and show them what this 'child' could do.