Nancy wants to laugh, feeling the pressure mount from all sides, squeezing her. She takes a moment to breathe, feeling her breath tight in her chest. Where did she work? Earlier this month there were a thousand answers. But now, when her home had been taken from her by these very people...

"I practice where I can. I no longer have a flat or any place where I feel safe enough to work." So, darkened alleyways, mostly. "And as for if I would continue.." she looks at Lance for support before continuing.

"Selling myself is all I know how to do. I am not educated, I am not wealthy, or even very smart. If this pardon means I can finally shake all chains of Fagin and his influence on my life, then no, I won't return to the streets where I've made my home." She blinks back a few tears. "Though it is all I know. I do not know what it is I'll do, but I hope I have the chance to find out."