"Oh, very good," Telrim chuckles, though from the way she's still studying the original diagram, she might be talking about that. She tears her gaze from it - really, holograms you can manipulate for no apparent effort: just imagine what else his people must have to offer - and looks at Regulus himself. "Do you play, then?"

Not 'did'. She's not going to be the one to say that, even if it were strictly accurate.