She presses her lips together, counting back. "A bit ago- I'm sure if you needed it, I could get you a more precise date. It's just not something I like to think about." Which was, for the record, completely true.

All the same, she shivers. "Just- the nerve of him, actively oppressing us and turning around and trying to pay me- I told him I may be a whore, but I have standards. Can- can I ask, Lance, what the evidence against me is?" Give her an opportunity to explain it. Whatever it is, she's sure she can spin it.