Just so. Let me do all the work; you are my guest, after all.

[She smiles, setting the deck down and folding her hands over it before reaching for the card to Alucard's left and turning it over to show him the Tower, reversed.

It's to her credit that she keeps her expression from changing; there's no visible reaction, and the cheery, chatty demeanor doesn't change. But her Tower is one of those cards that can be fairly well interpreted just from the image on it alone — not unlike the backstabbed man on the Ten of Swords, there isn't much about a lightning-struck tower that leaves much to ambiguity.]

Ah, monsieur. Been having a bad time of it lately, haven't you?