Another casual late arrival is one Howard Lederer, already up to around 6,600. Despite apparently not saying a word since he strolled in a few minutes ago and generally appearing to be immersed in serious but slack-jawed contemplation of the structure sheet, he can still strike fear into the hearts of his tablemates. A young opponent bet out 325 on a flop, only for Lederer to expressionlessly make it 1,100. With a slight look of shock, or possibly awe, the opponent passed.