"Supposedly," Gustave amends with a shrug. Really, it's just an old coin with no value except the sentimental, but that's enough for him. Most things in life are like that, he thinks.

Humming, he catches the coin as it's flung back. "Heads." A pause. "Left." Gustave holds it between his index finger and his thumb, studying the profile embossed on the metal. The face isn't familiar, and he doesn't have a name to attach to her, nor does he fully recognize the landmark on the reverse. "Unlucky for me, but maybe not for you."

Gustave flips the coin over his knuckles and then holds it in his palm. "It's worse luck to flip it again, so we should just go left," he says then, though he hesitates only a little to actually head in that direction.