"Maybe that's her, you know, thing," Tony mused, not looking entirely comfortable making that kind of call when he wasn't exactly focused on some gal while he was still recovering from hanging a body and negotiating his freedom. He did have to admit, though, "She was tearing into the gal from the box, the disgraced socialite, on the dock, there's definitely a connection between her and this--unless all of these people know each other, and this is just their weekly trip to the slots, and we're in the middle of their dorm drama. I mean, what does this bad blood they've got have to do with the dead guy?"