Nancy recognizes the stone, and it's properties, and forgetting that she was supposed to be pretending, her hand goes to her neck, to the dark bruises. She'd gotten off light, because Lance had been there. She wouldn't have been surprised if the fae's orders were to leave her unconscious, whomever had ordered the, well, the hit.

Someone that knew about Norrell. Someone that knew about Fagin.

One of the reasons she was here today.

"You think?" She asked after a moment, blinking innocently at him. "It is beautiful."