Nancy would only be amazing if one person told her. If Bill took her aside and looked into her bright green eyes and told her he thought she was amazing. Maybe then she'd believe it. But until then, she knew she was trash.

"Eames- wait-" she wants to hug him again, but she stops herself again, her hand closing around the envelope that held all of Nancy Viola Bellerose's information. Slowly, with a trembling hand, she holds it out to him, not even sure if he'll deign to turn back around.

Either way, by the time Bill gets home, Nancy's already going to be drunk.