"It was on the Night Train," she says, launching into the table anyway, because it's a good story, or she'd like to say. "I was going to tell you, but-" ghosts, man. ghosts. She continues on anyway. "I went to speak with Sylvia, just to say hullo," because she is an idiot, "I figured it'd be better to talk to her rather than let her find me." It was no secret Sylvia was not Nancy's number one fan.

"She didn't know Cooper was my boyfriend- I said I lived with my boyfriend at the hearing, but she never asked who, so I never said. She got snippy about me deciding not to join a Daybreak coven. Anyway, that's when Samantha came up, and Sylvia explained it to her. Samantha wouldn't even let me explain before calling me a traitor. Can you believe it?"

As Nancy speaks, she's accepted her tea from Eames, and taken a first preliminary sip. "Anyway, it gets worse. She said back wherever the fuck she's from, traitors weren't even considered witches anymore!" It hurts, honestly. She'd found a place she'd felt like she belonged, away from Fagin, and Daybreak had destroyed it. Now they wanted her to join them, and when she didn't, they essentially shunned her.

"So fuck her, I say."