It was, truthfully, an awkward thing to do. She tried to find no shame in her profession, but it was hard, at times. She could pretend as much as she wanted, but there was a heavy feeling inside. Perhaps if it was a trade she'd originally chosen for herself, things would be different.

Nancy, too, drinks, and supposes that now Natasha knows exactly how she feels about it, or there would be no need to drink.

"I don't think you ever told me what it is you do?"