[ Elizabeth's tap on the shoulder earns about the same sort of bored look as the rest of his surroundings have garnered thus far. He'll quirk an eyebrow at her question, as he's reshuffling the deck and moving to hide them away again within his coat. ]
They are. Or were.
[ Then, with a polite nod to her, he'll move on, though more to get out of the way of everyone else entering the carnival than to get away from her. ]
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They are. Or were.
[ Then, with a polite nod to her, he'll move on, though more to get out of the way of everyone else entering the carnival than to get away from her. ]