Roaring laughter could be heard from the crew as they gathered 'round after dinner and began to play a card game. Beck joined in and Avalon was too caught up in a drawing to notice. However, the friendly game of cards soon got competitive as rummy somehow became strip poker. One of the male crew members, Jules, decided it would be a good idea to get their second guest involved. "Hey, Ava. Do you want to play?" he asked but didn't get a response from Avalon-still in her own little creative world. "Oh, I see, afraid you're going to lose and be exposed to the crew?" at the taunt Avalon sat straight up, narrowed her eyes at Jules and smirked. Everyone expected her to act as any normal woman would when embarrassed in such a manner: run away indignantly or sit there and take it until someone felt bad for her and ended her torture. But, Avalon was no ordinary woman, she was raised by an army and had as much stubborn pride as any man. No, not ordinary indeed for challenging her was like doing battle against a lion-it was to the death. "Uh-oh now you've done it" muttered Beck. "Challenge accepted." announced Ava as she got up from where she was sitting. "Beck" the mentioned man sighed as he got up from his seat and walked toward Ava. "Tag, boss." he said, as he slapped her hand as he walked past her, while she stalked her way to the table, her tail swinging to-and-fro. Jules threw a smug look her way and giggles could be heard from his fellow crewmates but, the laughter slowly died as each crew member noticed her vicious Cheshire-like grin. It was…unpleasant. Now it goes without saying that the leader of the cipher faction of the Revolutionary Army would have a good poker face. Most assume her poker face would be a blank, bored, contemptuous, or even murderous expression. Well, those people are wrong-no Avalon's poker face is a I-don't-give-a-fuck grin, followed by a you're-fucked smirk whenever she gets her cards. Needless to say, it scared the other players shitless and resulted in her winning…every round.