[She did it. She picked betray.

Dio lets out a heavy (if not overdramatic) sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping into a more relaxed stance as he offers her a winning smile.]

Looks like you just saved our skins. [My skin. He laughs to himself] I guess that's why they call you "Clover," right?

[His eyes linger on the pink tattoo on her cheek before meeting hers.]

You really are good luck. Thanks.