Gin. To drink. Drink to calm her nerves. She took the bottle from Nancy, nodding and taking a long drink from it. She can dimly remember a time when the gin used to burn as it went down. Not anymore. She stares at the bottle. Fagin had a rule - as soon as you were old enough to reach the bottle yourself, you were old enough to drink.

How old had she been?

"...How long till they find me?"