Upon Jim catching her eye, Nancy turned around after hearing the well-spoken compliment. "It's vintage Christian Lacroix," she purred, her heavily-lipsticked lips nearly smacking in approval. "And no...I'm not with anyone." PAUSE. "Well. Not really--"

Roddrick cast a glance towards the slimy Woolford, who was currently chatting up his partner. "--unless you want to count him. Kind of a jerk, but he'll do." All this said as Nancy's eyelashes fluttered at Gordon.

"Unless, that is...you're offering?" Red lipstick and glittered cheekbones would be all that Jim saw, Nancy's teeth looking white and sharp, resembling more a shark with expensive lip gloss than a woman in that moment.