The Hughes were people who just happened to care enough, to watch out for her likes. To take care of those down and out. It sounded too good to be true. And the only other person she knew, who did things like that... Under Fagin's watch, it had been too good to be true.

She swallows.

"That'd be... Maybe."

Skip wouldn't hurt anyone, but she wouldn't have expected that from Fagin, either, if she'd met him later in life. Not at first. And Skip, as far as she knew, wouldn't deal with fencing and picking pockets like Fagin did. She wouldn't feed off of children.

But it was still close enough to make Nancy wonder.