She rolls her shoulders slightly, before reaching down to pick up the whiskey ginger she customarily took, if she wasn't drinking straight liquor. It happened more often than not, but usually when it wasn't Matthew serving her drinks.

Nancy takes a small sip, her red lipstick marking her territory on the glass for the night. "Thank you. I've been in hell the past few weeks, and this'll help me forget about it." Good, just the right mix of whiskey and ginger ale. He was very good.

"How've you been?" She asks, volleying the conversation back to him. "Tell me I didn't miss some important milestone in Margie's life."