[Pazaak. He focusses on pazaak as she hunts for the panel, letting himself slip into the numbers. If he's going to be tortured, it's better to have something else to focus on.

But then she comments on his smuggling skills, and Atton Rand can't stand for that] Hey! I am a great smuggler, thanks. Getting caught once in nearly a decade isn't exactly a bad rate, you know.

[His teeth grit a little as the shock jolts him, but he doesn't make a sound. And then, much to his surprise, the cell disengages. He's free.] What was that for? [He makes sure to sound as petulant and grumpy as he can, rubbing his arm]