Theo jumped up as his latest mark (looks anxious and sad, not the best target for a quick score, but get him talking and maybe he'll decide he needs a friend) tumbled to the ground. "Whoa! You all right, mate?"
Stepping over his game, Theo leaned down and offered Samuel a hand up, grinning. He knew quite well that Sam had been in the process of trying to escape his scam when he fell. But now: "Of all the games you could have fallen down at in all the port, you had to trip over mine ... That's pretty portentous, if you ask me. You ought to at least stop for a round -- don't want to argue with Fate, do you?"
Though, given the stranger's miserable expression, Theo rather suspected he was already arguing with fate -- and losing.
can't say good morning without lying twice
