"Gin's the cheapest, back home. So that's usually what we all had, but when we could get a good whiskey?" She smiles at the remembrance. "My friend here, Spike's his name, took me to get some bourbon which is a whiskey from America, if you can believe it!"

She pours Eponine a cup of tea, and finishes it off with the whiskey, before handing her the cup and saucer.

"No! It ain't silly. I got my dress I came in, still. Still wear that shawl, half the time." she nods toward her wardrobe where the clothing resides.

Eponine calls her nice, and Nancy washes the complement down with a swig of the whiskey straight from the bottle. "Only doin' what someone did for me. I know how awkward it is, standing on the edge of the dance floor and feeling out of place. Besides, you're about my size." And something about her had just called to Nancy. "And I think we could be friends."