[ After his wager (or lack thereof) is accepted, Claude's busy studying the first round of competitors himself. There seem to be several options that would be great bets, based sheerly upon nothing but appearance until they get moving, and he's debating his own top two or three to put forward.

Right as he's narrowed it down to just one, Cassidy's voice catches his attention and he glances back just in time to catch that nod and follow it back out to who it leads to. And when he sees who in particular, he can't help a laugh. ]

Damn. No joke, that's who I was going to pick to win. Alright, your choice: you wanna make it mildly more interesting by picking a different person to win out of this first group to see which one of us wins, or just bet on that lady? If the first, then I'll go with... [ Trailing off, he looks back and points as secretively as he can (just in case) to to a lithe man also on the shorter side compared to everyone else warming up. Said man might also be more or less Claude's physical stature, but hey. ] that guy.

Otherwise I'll bet against the lady, though truthfully, I think she's about to beat everyone.