Scott had played cards. It hadn't been a serious past time in years, but he knew the game and he knew how to play and he was god damned good at math and probability, so he was leaving it at that and just playing to pass the time.

He stopped rearranging his cards to look at Sandy, crease in his forehead. "You've lost me."

Not entirely, Sandy hadn't. Scott suspected he knew but the man was either going to tell him on his own or not.