Nancy nods. "Of course." Shit. Shiiiit, traffic cameras. Hopefully Eames had thought of that- she'd speak with him immediately after this. Or, well, a little while after this, she didn't want to raise any further suspicion. `

"Lance," she asks after a moment, turning on the charm as much as she could. Her eyes are wide and she pouts just slightly, the picture of concern and worry. Fagin had always said she was quite an actress. "You don't think I did this... do you?" A personal appeal, to him as her friend. Not as a Guardian or an officer or anything. Just as her friend, the man who bought her chocolate to help calm her down, who carried her back to her apartment when he saw she was in trouble. He was a good person, and she knew that. She just had to appeal to that.