"Hmm." He looks down at his cards, the apertures of his eyes briefly narrowing, considering.

Not if he's going to take another card, he is because he only has a four and a ten and he's already calculated the odds of the next card he needs. No, he's considering actually telling her what his worst loss was. Because it's not actually a loss, it's more.. well, embarrassing.

"I lost a game to another Omnic, and the bet was that I had to do his job the next day. Most humans can't tell us apart and that was before I was able to do, all of this." Gesturing with his hand and flexing his fingers to indicate all the silver and gold joints and the black tungsten plating covering most of his body. "He was a bartender at an extremely exclusive club."

And serving drinks to rich people who thought of him as an appliance was not a good time for him. And he wasn't in the situation he's in now where he could just crack a bottle over their head and leave. His eyes go back up to her, wondering why she's interested, and a little suspicious.

"In any case, I'll take another card."