Girl, she would take your hookups for rich clients. Rich clients were the best clients, rather than the street trash she usually found herself working with. The vampires, though- that's where she got the real money.

Yeah, Eames.

Nancy's smile eases back on to her face. "Yeah- yeah, it is. But it is what it is." She shrugs it off. She's not going to get into her sordid history- she'd made poor Skip nearly ill, when she asked the wrong sort of question. Plus, it's not great cocktail conversation.

"What is it that you do, then?"