"Ah." Which, with that intonation, is I Know That One in every language, though Fitcher goes as far as humming some variation of the tune as she debates the contents of her hand.

"I should have guessed the words were written by a woman of some means. That entire second stanza--" A click of the tongue. "Well, it's not really a song for the public house, is it?"

She lays a card, draws another.