"Thanks," she says when he hands her the drink, then shrugs at his comment. He's not wrong and she doesn't see any reason to pretend he might be. Maybe they're still kind of strangers, but he hasn't looked at her tits and he hasn't asked to fuck her or called her a slut. Maybe Maeve's standards are pretty low if that's all he has to do in order to not be a complete shit, but they are what they are.

"Yeah, I do," she answers. "The place I come from wasn't exactly bustling with opportunity. People there have been calling me a slag and an orphan and a chav since I was fourteen years old. My parents fucked off, my mum's an addict, I live alone in a caravan trying to pay rent by selling essays while getting through school at the same time. There's not much there for me to miss."