Nancy takes a nice long swig of her flask. "You're not saying the wrong thing- it's nice to know you'll listen. Redbright... Okay, last year when Circle Midnight fell, I was technically a fugitive?" Best way to put it. "A friend of mine, a guardian, convinced me to go in for a pardon hearing. Redbright did her research; asked me what my job was." Nancy takes another drink.

"So I told her. Same thing I told you. Been on the streets since I was thirteen." She's got a little bit of a smirk going, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"There's nothing that can be done, Lydia. Trust me."