That was back home, and this is England. Nancy's been drinking since she was a child. Fagin didn't give a rat's ass what the children imbibed, and Nancy only found it to help her. It dulled the rest of the world, kept it away for at least a little while longer.

Eames' deal. Oi. Speaking of wine, she takes another drink, gathering her thoughts before exhaling. "It's- look. Between the two of us, he's a lovely man. He's been nothing but kind to me-" except when he hired someone to watch her "-and really seems to care. But... when it comes to business, I can't trust him." She didn't trust fae.

"But we need the territory. Abby and Kenzi were suspicious, and there were a lot of added everything, when he posed the deal to them, but..." She shakes her head. That had been the most awkward of meals, putting her in an odd place. "We're not attacking Daybreak on their behalf. We're not attacking the fae. They're saying fuck you to Redbright, and your enemies' enemies are your friends, aren't they?" Tell her she's right.