"Four years? Didn't think anyone would let someone that young run a business."

What, did the mafia leave twelve-year-olds in charge of casinos back in the day or something? Admittedly, Rey doesn't know how to estimate Firo's age, other than to just assume.

She sets down her bowl and scoffs. "Well, was going to ask if you'd be up for a game or two someday -- you know, to pass the time, since it isn't like there are much better things to do here. But if you're just going to be dodgy about it..."

See what she did there, Firo?