Nancy beams at her, "Pity my father always thought the opposite." Fagin had been the one to toss her on the streets in the first place. It was only recently she'd managed to get herself a legitimate job, and she was proud of her job. Even if it was technically under the table.

She raises her glass at Lydia's declaration. "That's the way to do it, then." That's how she felt about most things. What people didn't know wouldn't hurt them. It was the difference between lying and never giving the information in the first place.

"Well, I work at a repair shop in Richmond," she says, "I'm in charge of inventory. Other than that, it's a lot of spending time with my brothers and friends. I've got a lot more free-time than I'm used to, right now. I need to get out running more, as well. But what about you? Other than accidentally shoplift."