Urd was always able to read people pretty well, and Genie was hardly being subtle about his opinion of her shot. A brief flare of annoyance rose up, insulted as she was that he apparently had so little trust in her. She was distracted by her injured pride, however, by his bizarre preparation. When he continued to miss, she simply watched, more surprised at his temper than his inability to sink the putt. It was almost comical. In fact, it was comical. Before she could stop herself, a short burst of quiet giggles escaped her, but if Genie turned around to look at her, the same neutral expression would be returned to her face.