[Biting back a remark that the only surgeon he's ever been to definitely wouldn't have cared about patients dying on him, and that Adele is therefore infinitely better than any other surgeon he's ever seen, Remy tosses one last card out to blow up some scattered cards. And pauses, frowning slightly, before shaking his head and turning towards her. His grin is a little forced, but his tone is warm.]

We gonna have to get your wrists more used to this kinda t'ing 'fore we try out the tougher stuff, huh. Here, gimme your hand, I can help.