Since she was against an all in, Jill had no reason to bet.
By betting his last $100, John was all in.
Either the celebrated lilt of her voice was born in, or she had used it so much and so long that it might as well have been. She looked all in, no doubt of that, but the lilt was there.
... with a tiny universe where everything was all in one place. ...
... was, well, we're not all in clinical trials, right? ...