The request for a wager caught her mid-agreement, and Raine frowned briefly as she considered. Bakura's confidence implied perhaps he could have, but he was also skilled at projecting confidence. Could he have? She touched the charm she still wore at her left wrist, rubbing the disc of it between her fingers in absent thought. No; that was only a trap, wasn't it?

"You might have predicted it through familiarity," Raine acknowledged finally. "But I don't think you could have specifically detected it, no." Those two did not qualify as the same thing, and she would indeed split that hair. "That, I'd be willing to wager on, yes."

Which itself said something. Once, she would have considered making anything like a bet with Bakura to be a terribly foolish thing.

She tilted her head at his phrasing, mutely curious. Most wouldn't have called it unwise. "There's been a lot to do," she said, faintly apologetic. "Especially now that we're somewhat shorthanded."