She smiles, sweet and kind. She's likely the nicest prostitute in all of England. Ask anyone in the brothel and they'd tell him so.

"You don't have to apologize to me. This is your time, love. Ramble as you like, or not. I told you, I'm here for you." She means 'love' in the colloquially lower end of London way. Affectionate, friendly, but not romantic. Even if her heart skips a beat when he looks at her, some times.

"To become your own person, that's something, though. You should be pleased. Owing yourself to someone forever is a hard life. Getting out of it, well that's a day dream for most, and not much else." She would know.