"Perhaps." Not that he does one, but once he's set the deck down after dealing he does seem to produce a pokerchip out of nowhere and walk it across his knuckles before it disappears again. It's different than the ones currently on the table, a more golden color and thicker.

"I chose it. We weren't given names." He has a serial number instead which he's probably filed off at this point out of spite. Max is someone who spends his free time filling out captchas online just to prove he can.

"Finally a true lawless frontier and neither of us can properly enjoy it. Likely by design." He sighs, a soft sound since he doesn't actually need to breathe, "Though I suppose it's less fun to break them if they simply don't exist. Maybe. I'm unsure how I feel about that."

The cards in the center are somewhat in her favor, a seven of hearts, four of diamonds, and three of hearts. So at least she has a lot of one suit. Max glances at his own cards, which are a seven and a jack. Currently he only has one pair. Not ideal.