"Norman?" Nancy furrows her brow slightly. Last time she checked in, Norman was a name.

"I'm sorry your father did that to her." It was so long ago, but it seems the right thing to say. "I don't remember my mum, either." She had considerably less time to think about her, but as far as Nancy knew, she'd immediately been given to Fagin as an infant. She had no desire to approach the man to try to get more information about it, anymore, either.

Maybe one day Eames could find a way to track her mother down. Though she wasn't sure she wanted to find her.