Oh, dear. This poor boy is going to lose it all, she can already tell. Ah, well. Not really her fault, right? She smiles beatifically at him and then eyes her own hand. There's a murmur around the table and she tips him a wink as she adds a little more to the pot.

"I'll raise."

No, she's not explaining what that means. Sink or swim!

"Are you going to call...?"