"Soda?" She repeats the unfamiliar word, but she does as she's told and takes a tiny sip of the drink. At first, she looks disgusted by the taste, but she blinks and goes back for another sip.

"It's like sugar. Sugar and water and - and it makes my tongue tickle. You know, Sir, before we were here, I had longed to try sugar, but no. Not since I were a child, for it were an expense and when there ain't money for a carrot or an apple or so, you don't worry about a sweet. But here, in prison, I were showing Susan how to pick a pocket, and la! We relieved a guard of his sweets."

She smiles ruefully, fully aware of how silly she sounds. "It is nice, this soda thing, but I think I prefer a chocolate or a bon bon. I like gin the better, you know?"