She drinks a lot, harder things than wine, and she's been doing it since she was young. Fagin was from another time, where alcohol was better for you than the water, and he tended to instill that in his wards. Nancy was proof of that. And her reliance on it.

She uncorks his bottle, and pours them each a glass. "Exactly." There's a sigh there, though. "I bloody hate politics."