"I am all about luck, that is my power." Marie looked down at her now clammy palm, sighing and wiping it off on her jeans. [i]At least his hand felt nice[/i], parts of her were ashamed at that nagging thought. But at least it was only a few, liking a hand wasn't an offense or anything. She turned back to Ellis and smiled as warmly as she could, pushing up the reading glasses that almost fell off of her red face. "I could show you if you wanted, but you have to show me yours."