"no- this- this was before." She gestured at her face. "He threw me out." She'd be back tomorrow, begging him to let her back in. And he would and they'd have sex and they'd pretend nothing ever happened.
When Eames enters, Nancy doesn't look at him. Instead she looks at her coffee cup. "--no I don't--" she practically whispers. But here she was.
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"no- this- this was before." She gestured at her face. "He threw me out." She'd be back tomorrow, begging him to let her back in. And he would and they'd have sex and they'd pretend nothing ever happened.
When Eames enters, Nancy doesn't look at him. Instead she looks at her coffee cup. "--no I don't--" she practically whispers. But here she was.