With a sigh of abject misery, Zhi pushed herself up from her seat and hobbled over to the items that had been tossed in her general direction before his temper had previously sent him from the room. It was entirely possible she was overexaggerating her limp, what with the way she carried on with it -- but eventually she made it back to her seat in one piece and handed him the bag. She procured a worn set of dice and slid them his way.
"First roll's yers. Aie, I had me own smoke fer when ye got back but. . ." she slowly looked up at him. "Yer carryin' on made me lose it."
"First roll's yers. Aie, I had me own smoke fer when ye got back but. . ." she slowly looked up at him. "Yer carryin' on made me lose it."
