Her fatal human flaw will always be awe. Clarke's gaze may start off on his hands, watching the neat, well practiced way he shuffled — but she's got that prey-like drive to look people in the eye in order to best discern if they meant her harm. Besides, most lies had tells somewhere about the face, right? And she's still trying to figure out Maximilien's face at that — is it a mask? Full robotics? What purpose did the smattering of red dots across his forehead serve?

...should she look at him as a human? He was talking like one. It's really much of the same issue she ran into when deciding if Friday had any personal autonomy or was just the Captain's glorified mouthpiece...

Either way, thanks to some undigested human superiority complex, Clarke's distracted. She misses the origin of the cards and looks around the table carefully for a beat trying to figure out what was out of place.

"No, I didn't. What'd you do?"