"You're Eponine, then? It's a pretty name." Another warm smile. "It sounds like something you'd find in Shakespeare."

She nods. "That's a good reason for part of 'em. I don't do it anymore, now that I've settled down with Cooper. But- thank you. Sometimes I think I should have run, too. But..." Absentmindedly she places with the charms around her neck. "But I stay."

Nancy swallows, then points to a red neon sign up ahead. "That's one of the underground bars. There's lots in Islington." This particular one was a relatively trashy joint that Nancy had an odd sort of feeling that Eponine would feel right at home in.