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Look at me, I’m Sandra Dee
Tommy Shelby
Tommy poured her a glass of whiskey and handed it to her. He didn’t exactly know quite where to begin. There were still a million thoughts running through his head, and he didn’t know which one took the top priority. He could tell that she was overwhelmed, and he didn’t want to add to that by asking her more questions than she could handle all at once. He had absolutely no intentions on kicking her out, especially if she had no where else to go. He wasn't known to be one who helped others, apart from his charity work, which he did with no generous intentions, but rather to make himself look good. Those weren't honorable intentions, those were the intentions of a man who did bad things, but still wanted people to be on his side, to overlook some of the bad things that he did. It worked, but he certainly wasn't doing it out of the goodness of his heart or good will towards man. Those two meant very little to him. He often doubted those existed, even in the most minuscule amounts.
"Where do you intend to go?" Tommy finally asked after a few minutes of silence. He figured that would be the best place to start. Figure out where she was going, and take it from there. He wanted to make sure she wasn't going to go back to her family. Firstly, because he didn't want any sort of betrayal. Secondly, he wouldn't trust them to care for the well-being of a cat, let alone Esperanza. And he certainly wasn't going to let her go out into the street to fend for herself. He didn't underestimate women who came from gypsy families, but he wasn't going to just let her out into the world in the fragile state she was in. He would, at the very least, let her spend the night here.
Essie Rosen
"Uh, yes, sir," said Essie softly when Alfie looked at her. But she also knew that it was a fair deal, and she doubted a better offer would come along. However, she didn't exactly know how to voice it. She knew Alfie's temper, and while she was thankful she had yet to be on the receiving end of his anger, and she certainly didn't want this to be the first time that she was. She saw the look, and she was a little frightened. She tried to think of the proper way to word things, without setting off Alfie or Mr. Lavale. She honestly feared them both, and she tried to determine the one that she feared most. "But I also think that it is far more of a fair percentage than many others would give."