Nancy is no stranger to the dark streets. They're her home, after all. Even in the cold, she's dressed scantily, kept warm by a clever spell she'd worked before she'd left. Her high-heeled black-suede boots go up over her knees, and her short skirt leaves an inviting stripe of pale, naked flesh visible. Her shirt is low, her hair half-piled up on her head in a multitude of ginger curls. Her makeup heavy, and lipstick bright red. It's easy to tell what she's doing here on the street, just as she can nearly tell exactly what it is that this man has just done, too.

Oh, who else would walk through the streets of London dressed like that, keeping to the dark alleys, but a vampire?

She had her charm on, settled deep in her cleavage, keeping her safe from being compelled into doing anything against her will.

But that still doesn't stop her from gasping at his sudden appearance, even before she surmises what has just happened.

"I've run into worse," she says coolly, her heart-beat returning to normal from how it had spiked at his arrival. "But thank you." Don't be mean to the vampires, Nancy. It's never good, when they're your main source of income. "You didn't startle me too much."