Nancy shakes her head, glancing over at Arthur as he falls into step with her. "No; I was kicked out of that place up the road. Do you have any idea how hard it is to go up to a man at a bar and ask if he wants to fuck you for money, let alone when you're cursed to be direct and honest about it? It's awful, especially awful. And no one wants my kind in their bars."

Well. Cripples' was no stranger to her, let alone her kind. Same with the back room of The Jolly Roger. That always made work far, far easier. Too bad she wanted to avoid Fagin and others she knew, until she could get rid of this curse.