Water was not what Nancy had in mind, but she's in no place to argue. Instead, she takes the handkerchief and dabs at her eyes. A long time ago, Fagin would have had her and the boys picking pockets to get such items, pulling out the embroidery and fencing them off. He still had had her and the boys practice on handkerchiefs, before he sent them to the actual streets to make wallets.

Nancy eyed the water suspiciously. Mab hadn't touched it, but she couldn't be sure what she was. She raised it to her lips, but didn't drink. Never trust a fae, she'd learned a long time ago.

"I don't know what happened," she started, taking a moment to lean back against the back of the booth. "I woke up this morning and when I wanted to say some things, I couldn't. I just couldn't form the words, or something else would come out. In the shop, they asked me how I was and I- I told him how I actually was. Then said he probably thought I was crazy. I couldn't stop myself. None of that was anything I'd normally say and I'm hungover. Here. Ask me a question, maybe it's gone, I don't know."