"Alright then have a seat." There's a small table and a few chairs nearby and Shepard takes up residence in one of them. She leans back with one leg crossed over her knee. "It more interesting with a few more people but all you need is two."

The cards fly back and forth in her hands a few more times before she straightens the deck and places it on the table, halfway between them. Then she gestures, palm up. "Cut the deck."

Maybe it was unfair to ask even that much of someone suffering amnesia, but maybe she was curious just how far it extended too. And certainly why she remained unaffected.