Seated a table over, the old Wraith quietly watched the repetitive motion, yellow eyes tracking the motion of the shining coin as it spun in the air until it was caught, only to be flicked up again. This woman, whatever she was, was not simply beating the odds, that much was obvious. Unless there was a trick he wasn't yet seeing, she was predicting the outcome. Or, rather, causing the outcome, as it would seem.

Watching this, there were plenty of questions running through his head, all of them centered around how.

Except for one.

"Is there a point to that?"