Indeed Rey is looking for a menu, or some type of display listing the selection. She turns back to the boy, about to ask when he shoots her a question of his own.

Rey just stares at Firo, her brows furrowing. "A cop? Hell no. Far from it."

If she told him that she was a soldier, he really wouldn't believe her, would he? She thinks for a moment, and her brother suddenly comes to mind.

"I'm a professional gambler." Well, Orion had taught her enough that she could probably play off as one. People did that back in Firo's day, didn't they? It wasn't totally illegal or anything, was it?

...

Oh, shit.