[One of the things Nancy's father had made sure to train his gang of thieves in was their manners. They might have been poor, but that didn't mean they were rude. They knew how to use forks and napkins, curtsey and bow, how to give people that were due respect that respect. She knows lots of people weren't raised like her, so Eleven's lack of response wasn't read as rude, but she did hope she wasn't going to look like an idiot waiting for Eleven at the bridge.
She smiles when she sees her younger doppleganger, gives her a warm wave. Nancy's hair is held back from her face with a few braids, though she keeps the length- long enough it would reach her mid-back, as was the fashion for young women in 1838. Her dress is much more put together than Eleven's, but there's no judgement. She was still figuring out how all this worked, too.]
Hullo, my dear! [She's not going to push for a hug.] Well, you look ready, don't you? Then let's not tarry- Shall we? [She offers her elbow to Eleven to take.]
I was thinking sweets first, then we see what they've got to dress us in, what say you?
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She smiles when she sees her younger doppleganger, gives her a warm wave. Nancy's hair is held back from her face with a few braids, though she keeps the length- long enough it would reach her mid-back, as was the fashion for young women in 1838. Her dress is much more put together than Eleven's, but there's no judgement. She was still figuring out how all this worked, too.]
Hullo, my dear! [She's not going to push for a hug.] Well, you look ready, don't you? Then let's not tarry- Shall we? [She offers her elbow to Eleven to take.]
I was thinking sweets first, then we see what they've got to dress us in, what say you?