Nancy shakes her head, her red hair falling in front of her eyes. She pushes it aside. "No, I wasn't. I did it all- fancy bars, streets, darkened corners of bars."

She nods, taking another drink before handing the bottle back to Lydia. Maybe they needed something stronger. "It does happen. And I couldn't- part of it- you ever heard the expression 'thick as thieves'?" She grimaces a bit and reaches into her purse for her flask. She uncaps it- whisky this time.

"Gods- no. No. When I was that young it was more... whomever knew and could pay." Fagin had a lot of ears and eyes out in the world. She takes a drink of whisky, far too long of a pull, before handing it to Lydia. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I was seventeen when I met Cesare."