It's something to do, something other than to sit at home with a soldering iron drinking and smoking and tinkering. It's not much of something, but she's at least outside her apartment. Still drinking, still smoking, but the large pile of chips in front of her at the poker table is... something.

She's got a good poker face, probably because she has absolutely no investment in the game: isn't here for the money, isn't here for the adrenaline, is just here to pick opponents apart and play a game of percentages. She's a scientist, Nobel Laureate for her invention of the first faster than light engine in her world. She knows numbers and percentages.

She folds a hand for being pathetic, sitting back with her drink and surveying the room, bored but imposing.